I knew this was going to happen
It was never a question of if
Only when
Knew it the first night
I stepped into your embrace
"God it's good to see you."
We got drinks.
We left together.
I was still trying to fight myself.
I thought you'd be gone in a day...a week...a month at most.
That's why I pushed you away in the alley.
This. Raw. Open. Angst. Sadness.
Where I am now.
I was afraid of it.
I was afraid of letting you in.
Of letting you see me.
Of letting you have me.
Of letting myself have you.
I was afraid of losing you.
Then I was afraid of what not having you would do.
Of ignoring you, pushing this back into a box trying to convince myself of things I know aren't true:
"We're better apart,"
"You don't love me,"
"I'm the only one who sees this;
feels this;
fights with this"
Scared of regretting more than I already did
My only regrets belong to you.
I let go.
I dove in.
I swam.
You sat on the shore.
You watched.
You left.
I knew you were going to.
You said you would.
I didn't go my whole life without swimming.