I met someone when spring was new,
A spark I couldn’t deny.
Our chats adorned with banters, teases and laughters.
My best laughs were the ones we shared
Listening to him filled me with a sense of peace and in its midst were bad butterflies.
His heart was warm, his surface cold,
A man with ambition wrapped in dreams
He unlocked that need to reach for more in me. To be more.
Our chemistry; a perfect dance, electric, warm.
I liked him more than words could say,
Yet knew I couldn’t make him stay.
For what we had was not enough.
He sought pleasure, fleeting and free while
I craved his soul, longing for something deep, something holy. Not just the rush.
He held back parts he wouldn’t show,
A love half-formed, a hollow glow.
So we let go, we walked apart,
With heavy steps and quiet hearts.
I miss him still, I miss the spark,
But it’s over now
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I met someone—kind, gentle, true,
He checked the boxes, through and through.
Chivalrous, with faith so deep.
At first, I felt a gentle pull to the soft words he said. To his eyes filled with stories I couldn’t wait to hear.
But when his touch grew quick, unplanned,
I found my heart slowly withdraw.
I asked for time, a slower pace,
He said he’d honor, give me space.
Yet every move betrayed his vow.
Perhaps his heart was lost in flame,
Perhaps he thought I’d feel the same.
Yet with every move, I held my ground.
Felt like a race that I couldn’t win.
It could be that I was slow.
But for all I know, it wasn’t my race to begin with.
He left, and though he may believe
It’s I who lost, it’s I who grieve,
I know the truth—he set me free,
It’s his loss not mine
But it’s over now.
ELLA SOFTLY 