The incorrect

Loving you was easy. That if you told me to drink tea I would say yes. I was a desperate puppy following his owner.

I was an obvious romantic and you were blind in that you hurt with your games. 

And they told me to sleep and dream about friendships and goals. But the colour of your eyes was the darkness of my eyelids and you had the scent of new clothes.

It was that if I had succeeded I wouldn’t have loved you as if I was suffocating with a lung left for dead. It is that everything in my being told me that you would be harmful. That you would have me in the clouds to let me fall and beg for the branches to loosen the fall.

Loving you was breathing three two one because after one there is no second pain. 

It leaves an addiction and this nervous tic in the eye when I see the purple colour in you and your easy way of saying Te Quiero with I love you. 

And I thought that would have to mean something but for you it was candy and it was easy. Because you didn't love yourself and I couldn’t. 

So love was to exist when we hated and avoided each other. It was that we weren't right to do it.

T.A.