It meant something, just not to you

You gaze at me like you’re capable of loving me

And I gaze at you with a hope that you mean it

It’s in the way my body recognizes you before my mind does

That being with you feels like rest, a reward after everything else 

You might not pull away when I pull closer

You might not turn away when I say the most corny jokes

But there’s a distance that I can’t cross

At least, without losing this. 

Every time we meet, it feels like you’re naming the fire without ever pouring water over it

And this Valentine’s, I can take the risk and keep it burning myself

But it’s hard to meet you halfway 

When you’re not exactly all in

Someone else is already brave enough to say she wants you out loud

Still, you let our closeness stay and I wonder if you feel it too

But it’s clear now that rest from someone who won’t choose me eventually costs more than it gives.

One day, I’ll quietly choose peace and walk away

Not because there was nothing between us

But because there was something

That was never meant to be finished.