Sometimes, that's how it is.

You looked me in the eyes.

I saw into your soul.

You told me you loved me,

Softly,

Sincerely,

The whisper of your breath on my cheek.

I believed every word that fell from your mouth.
I just didn't reciprocate.

I gave my heart to you, 
In my own time,

In a glass box.

You saw what it was.

You saw me at my most vulnerable.

I could never hide from you.

I never wanted to hide from you.
Every letter on the pages you wrote to me shone like gold.

(Lead into gold,

You were my own personal

Alchemist.)

I don't regret it,

Loving you.

I regret the fact that I didn't realize it

Until it was too late,

Until you loved her,

Until you had gotten over me,

Until you had returned my heart

With a note,
Letters once again dull,
That said,

"I'm sorry. I know how it feels."

Like that's any consolation.

--Alis