POEM 1
“A Little Too Much”
I loved you in small ways
like saving the last bite for you,
like laughing a little louder
just to see you smile,
like pretending I wasn’t looking
even when you were all I ever saw.
You called it “cute.”
I called it “love.”
Funny how we used different names
for the same feeling.
Sometimes you held me softly,
sometimes you held back,
and I learned that sweetness and pain
can live in the same heartbeat.
You never broke me loudly.
You just forgot to stay.
And somehow, that hurt more
than anything you could’ve said.
Still, I keep you kindly
not because you were perfect,
but because some people feel like poetry,
even when they never loved us enough.
