Was it your crooked teeth or your unruly hair?
Was it how lonely you were and the way you stare?
The minute I saw you, you were dark and brokenhearted.
All I knew was I started feeling gloomy and my gut urged me to help you somehow.
Was it when we talked and sparked a conversation?
Was it when you kissed me in a dark room? I had no clue of your intention.
Was it because I was taken aback by your mystery and all of your frustrations?
Was it when you hugged me one night, I felt safe, out of the norm, overwhelmed with elation?
I don’t know when it all changed, but the minute I saw you it wasn’t there.
You grew on me in a way that I never thought possible.
I became my problem fixer self and saw you as a project, a puzzle I needed to solve, a code I wanted to crack.
But recently I realized you are not meant for me and I am not for you.
You’re a hard person to love, a scattered jigsaw puzzle I’m never going to figure out.
I hate unsolved problems, unanswered questions and vague conversations.
I hate promises unkept, mixed signals, and unclear intentions.
I hate being led on to something that I know won’t last.
The minute I saw you, you were sad and alone.
The minute I reached out to you, you gave in, and suddenly held back.
The minute you stopped and thought about me twice,
That’s the minute I let go of any possibility of us that I once saw in your eyes.