Untitled by Fiona Goodwin

I thought about you last night,
Your touch, your tyranny,
You weren’t supposed to be the one,
Everything about it was wrong,
But I chose you in that moment
Because I had never been loved
The way you loved me.
I thought about you last night
The darkness of your eyes,
The mischief in your smile
I chose you then because I had never loved,
The way I loved you.
I thought about you last night
How you threw your head back
When you laughed
But I walked away when
I knew about the choice
The choice to love me as much or even more than I loved you.