011019

X's and O's
You put an X over my name,
While I put an O around yours.
You kept your heart from breaking;
I should have put mine in a drawer.
But instead I wore it proudly,
Too much on my sleeve,
And now I am without you,
Even though you didn't even leave.
Because you were never with me,
At least, you never thought you were.
But in my mind it went somewhere,
Although, now, it's just a blur.
And what I hate the most Is that I did this to myself.
By thinking you could love me,
And now that love is on the shelf.
But the saddest part about it,
Beyond a sliver of a doubt,
Is that X and O together
Should mean the love that I am without.