potential

it’s my love for potential that causes me the most pain

i always see what we could be

what we should be

but somehow one of us always drops the ball and i’m left watching everything slip right through my hands

it's like having ice cubes in your warm hands melt; you have no way to stop it from dripping through the cracks of your fingers it just keeps falling right to your feet.

each day i slowly saw the future slipping

us slipping

you slipping

i knew we could’ve died in each other’s arms so why didn’t we?

i know we were meant to meet in every lifetime and we did.

so why didn’t it work out?

the two of us had something

you knew how great it was

and you happily let our love get consumed by your darkness

the one i tried so hard to keep you from

i ask myself those questions so many times and i know i did what i could

i think you hated me for seeing what you never saw in yourself

i think you hated me for seeing the potential for how otherworldly our love could’ve grown

so you made me hate you

true love shouldn’t be this hard but i was willing to put in the work and you drained me of everything unfortunately