I found it hard to believe,
that a human could make a heart bleed-
not from hand, nor weapon,
but by simply existing just out of reach.
I'd scoff and mock those-oh so foolish hearts,
for baring open their souls-all the good and the scars.
"Vulnerability is a weakness" I'd mutter to myself,
as I'd watch another couple enter the throes of passion,
and burn themselves.
I was perfectly content in my small little bubble,
far, far away from any sort of trouble.
Love was a risk I refused to take,
but inside me, a traitorous thought began to wake.
And as the years passed by-
I finally understood the truth.
If I were to love someone,
I could see it being you.
The seasons changed and so did I,
my heart growing fonder as you caught my eye.
I thought you'd lean in for a kiss,
the tension was thick-it was really hard to miss.
But nothing happened and we both walked away,
down two different paths leading us further astray.
Twelve years. That's how long it took,
to realize you’d caught me-unaware-on your hook.
My heart has long since drowned,
in delusions of your love so profound.
But now it bleeds black with a hint of red,
a striking contrast to your pure white dress.
And I know it would be impossible to love another,
with each step you take towards your lover.