i felt how scared you were.
for her to find out
that someone else, inadvertently,
had taken a piece of your heart.
a heart that she knew was hers.
claimed as her own. completely.
be that as it may,
you have two hands.
holding hers in one,
and mine in the other.
and I could see your fingers,
loosening their grip on hers.
was that a sigh?
was it relief?
because you knew I was that girl.
the kind who fascinates you.
the one from a different league.
the person who made you ask
all the ‘what if’s’ in life.
you knew, you had to.
how explosive we’d be together.
and so did I.
and it scared you.
but it made us brave.
the life was back in your eyes.
you felt alive again.
while I slowly, delicately died.