I Lost Myself in the Glow of You

A Poem

Photo by Jamie Fenn on Unsplash

oh, you were my pattern at play
the day you crossed my path,
and i didn’t need to consult
with my wayward heart
to know you were
the one

bad habits die hard,
and i learned quick
how you’d lie and cheat
just to save yourself
from drowning
with the rest

maybe i should have known
so much better, so much better —
but you were everything wrong
in my perfectly constructed world
and i wanted you all the more
because i had a type

distant, quiet, sharp as a knife —
you became the fixation
just like all the ones
who came before,
men who would never
give me the time of day

and perhaps it would have been simpler
just to nail my heart to your doorway
because you’d keep it like a trophy
thrown into the drawer
with all the other girls
who wished for more