more poetry shit. Yours.

i had never loved
all the words in all the world
scrawled on notebook paper
chapters and chapters i've
long since lost
forgotten.
ashamed, perhaps.
you told.

i was alone and
different, from you, from them
so very different and
they knew.

i had never loved then.
not the way you'd wanted.
am i sorry now?
years later, and the distance between us
am i sorry i could not give my heart
so completely?
all i'd wanted was a friend
who would never leave.
i gave what i could give
to passion and need and safety.
watching your face
in the half-dark
loving the moment and
still so empty.
did i break you
the way the rest of the world
saw fit to break me?