You Weren't The One
A poem for those who are healing their hearts
You weren't the one I thought you'd be,
But I was naive and failed to see.
You seek someone easy like Sunday morn,
Someone fun and light, that's your trueborn.
I long for a love that's deep and true,
No mincing words, just midnight moon's cue.
You wanted it your way, I craved our own,
You played the perfect part,
flaws mine alone. In the end,
I'm grateful for what we shared,
Though frustrations grew, we both truly cared.
I wish you the best, no harm or disdain,
May he love you completely, devoid of all pain.
You can go on and have your share of fun,
While I seek a love that outshines anyone.
Someone who cherishes me beyond the rest,
Loving me fully, not just second best.
About the Creator
Ethan Weaver
My name is Ethan, I'm constantly crafting stories, from poems to short tales, and I dream of publishing my very own novel. I hope you find my work and love it, and when the time comes, I'd be thrilled if you'd pick up my published book.
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