The price of an escape

I’ve been trying to convince love
that I’m someone worth meeting
but when it was knocking on my door,
behind the curtains I was hiding.
and when I realized I could have
at least shaken hands
love was holding someone else
conquering other lands.
‘maybe and what if’
in the corner of my head
tonight only my regrets
share my bed.

 

Thilleli G.

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