Pride is meaningless,
Empty.
Love remains, it resounds,
Into the empty space
of the pools of pride over my conviction.
Proud.
We sat,
unable to see eye to eye,
in more than one way.
One last kiss,
a confused and removed peck.
Maybe I don't understand how this works.
Pride is the last thing on my mind...
Or maybe it wasn't.
Either way there is a pit in my stomach
because I hate to cause hurt for the sake of myself.
I've always had a borderline naive hope in the good nature of others;
that they could protect my interest before their own.
Questioning that, I often feel untrue to myself.
You already feel so far away.
I missed you the second the words left my mouth.
It was a new silence for me, a new sting.
Dodging one another's glances,
An occasional unsure smile returned with a blank stare.
We didn't feel like us anymore,
Because we weren't.
All in an instant.
The we that was on a path together,
became the you and I at different paces.
I knew that when I needed
to let go
you would not understand.
