(Note: This was all a part of me personally being a bit more scared in a relationship because I didn’t like myself as much. In some ways I still don’t I realized today, but I’m gonna start working on self love, for my sake as well as those of future romatic partners)
Holding her hand was as far as it went
But I don’t regret the month we spent
Together in a piece of time
Even if it doesn’t really cross my mind
When I think about it I let out a sigh
For the memory was the first
The occurrence sometimes made me burst
When we held hands and I can tell she wished for more
I knew it might be time to close the door
But I wanted it to last
So against all I thought I let another week pass
She could always see deeper than I could and knew something was wrong with me
As was apparent by the lack of former glee
But she had let it pass for the time being
And so by the time it ended we were both closed to fleeing
For the first time it happened and how I wished it had last
But perhaps memories and thoughts like these are best left in the past
Atlas Ez Poetry 