March - After

I remember the night
That you told me all those things.
It was too unreal,
Too good to be true.

Maybe I should have known,
I should've seen it come.
But I was so blinded
By the stupid feeling
Caused by your kindness
And your words.

Never had someone
Done like that to me.
You wrote me a poem,
I wrote you one too.
And for a while it felt nice,
But it had to end.

Your words made me smile for hours.
Heck, they still do.
But now it hurts me
To even think of you.

For days we spoke nonstop.
How you weren't tired of me,
I'll never know.
How I wasn't tired of you,
You'll never know.
But we didn't,
And we'll never know.

I never thought you'd be the guy
To flirt with me like that.
We're both too weird,
Too shy and too small
For those pretty words
To come out of our mouths.
Yet there we were.
The words out and about.
You told me I'm pretty,
You told me I'm sweet.
You told me so many things,
That mean so much to me.

You made me a drawing,
It didn't look like me.
But I told you it did,
To not break your heart.
It was amazing, that it was.
But it wasn't me,
And you knew it like that.

Though I didn't really care
Cause it didn't really matter.
No one had ever
Done that for me.
Nor had they ever
Written me a poem.
You were my first,
But it ended so fast.

I wish it had lasted,
That we feeling we had.
It was such a pretty feeling,
Made things not seem bad.
But I guess things end,
When they're too good to comprehend.

It was going so well,
I thought maybe, just maybe
We'd be together.
But one day I blew it.
And that night you announced.
Your ex was in your mind,
And you wanted her back.

Now we're just friends,
And you're talking to her.
I guess I saw it coming,
I guess I should've known.
The answer was in front of me,
Too blind to see it glow.