I knew it would hurt when you said yes,
To Sunday dinner, no more, no less.
I knew it would hurt as you smiled with grace,
And yet looked at the view, not my face.
I knew it would hurt when our lips did meet,
A bittersweet moment, tender yet fleet.
I knew it would hurt, but I took the leap,
Though I'd pay the price in tears I'd keep.
I knew it would hurt, yet I stayed in the flame,
For feelings like these are a dangerous game.
If hearts left scars as fire leaves traces,
My room would be dust, burned into spaces.
For my frozen heart you chose to ignite,
With kindness, you brought me warmth and light.
You made me a version of me I admire,
Yet left me alone to walk through the fire.
I knew it would hurt, and now I bleed,
For I'm the lone dreamer in this misread creed.
I hurt for the "never," for "once" and "no more,"
For bravery that aches in my soul's very core.
I knew it would hurt, but I still won't forget,
Because with you, I felt alive, no regret.
I knew it would hurt, but I'd choose it once more,
To relive the fire, the ache I adore.
