Old poem I forgot I had written here it goes:

I bet it stung.
You know I'm going to be just fine & that's what kills you the most.
The words are meaningless at this point.
But I know I will always be in the back of your head.
Maybe I was the one that got away.
But neither of us will ever know.
You can't take back what you said & I'm gone.
Like a cigarette burning slowly you knew our time was up.
Sometimes what you think is the greatest love can be the biggest mistake.
We wanted things neither of us could give each other.
You were in love with the idea of what we could be instead of realizing what we were.


But I am sorry, because I could never love you like you loved me.