But yet—
what do I do
when at night,
in my lowest moments,
I still think of you?
And sometimes,
even on my darkest days,
I still think
of what I would say.
And the wind blows
that bittersweet scent
of a hot summer day—
it makes me think of nothing
but the memories.
I think of how
we weren’t meant to be.
And it’s weird,
’cause I feel like
when I think of love,
I only think of lessons.
But this time?
It wasn’t a bad one
I had to learn.
I learned
that we came
into each other’s lives
before we were ready—
and just maybe,
our foundation
wasn’t steady.
And just when
I start to forget again,
the wind blows
that bittersweet scent
that pulls me
right
back…
It reminds me
of the girl
who loved
before she knew how.
She felt as though
she loved too quiet
while you loved too loud.
And when it ended,
yes—it hurt.
But not because
somebody broke her,
but because
they both held on
too tight.
And sometimes I think of how
two souls held on too tight,
because two hearts wanted it,
but just couldn’t get it right.
We tried.
God knows—we tried.
But we were two people
whose love wasn’t enough.
So we left—
not out of hatred,
but because staying
would’ve ruined the memories
of those hot summer days.
a take on love that came to early to handle and the memories that linger even when its gone
