We shouldn’t have met,
is what I am thinking now
and I know it’s not what you
would ever want to hear, and
it’s not something I ever
thought I would honestly say, but
I’m starting to think it’s true.

I thought I was meant for you.

I thought you were meant for me and
that we would have a long road
laid out before us – a whole
entire future life together –
when we could be a family.

When I could finally say that you’re mine.

But possession is 9/10ths of the law
and she’s the one who possessed you.

10% is all I’ve ever had
and all I would ever have.

It’s not enough to feel
like we were meant for each other
if you won’t give us the chance
to build our forever
because you’re still holding on
to the woman who left you alone
long before you even met me.

I felt like you were meant for me
because we fit together like pieces
of a puzzle that had be lost and dusty
under a table where no one would sit together.

I felt like you were meant for me
because the sound of your voice, your smile,
the way you made me feel when you put
your hand on my back and
helped me get where I needed to go…

I was hoping you’d always be here
to help me get wherever it is I need to go.

But possession is 9/10ths of the law
and boy/girl playground logic says:
“I had him first!”

I thought you were meant for me.
But I guess you were meant for her.

Inspired by the Writer’s Write October prompts | Photo by Marcus Spiske