You told me you had someone else
just hours after I accepted your love.
And in that moment,
I felt every piece of my heart mock me
for believing in something
that was never mine to hold.
I felt foolish
not for loving you,
but for thinking you meant it too.
Because deep down,
I realised you never stumbled into my heart by accident.
You walked in, knowing you'd break something.
So, I left
after loving you for a day,
after believing for a heartbeat,
that maybe this time, love would stay.
But love didn't.
You didn't.
And all that remained
was the silence between what could have been
and what never was.