I knew it wouldn’t last.
You were lightning:
bright, wild, gone before I could catch.
And still, I stood in the storm
pretending it was enough.
I saw the ending like a shadow
waiting just behind your smile.
But, it still hurts.
Knowing
doesn’t make the loss any easier
it just makes me feel gullible
for hoping it’d be real,
for believing love could rewrite the laws of gravity and find me.
Now I’m left with ghosts of what would never be,
playing memories like they’re proof
that something real once tried to exist.
And I keep asking myself
why I miss a dagger
that was always meant to kill me.
10/26/2025
Angel Boucher 