Not a Love Poem

‘But I love you,’ she cried,

Holding the sleeve of his button-up shirt

In her sweaty hand,

‘You said you loved me too.’

He honestly hadn’t meant to hurt her,

Hadn’t lied to her on purpose,

But love is fickle, isn’t that what

they say?

The first time he saw her

He could hardly believe how beautiful she was.

Later she had let him do things to her no other girl

Ever had.

He just didn’t feel the same now.

‘I’m sorry,’ he said, eyes down,

‘I did love you. I did mean it when I said it.’

She let go of his arm, and

Wiped the tears from her face, and he could see her

Summoning a type of courage deep inside.

'Please,’ she whispered, ‘please don’t leave me.’

He shook his head trying to hide the

Wetness on his own cheeks.

'I’m sorry, I really don’t know

What else to say,' as he took a step back.

‘I hate you,’ she choked out, then turned

And walked away, not looking back.

He didn’t blame her, he hated himself a

Little right then too.