Tuesday

It wasn't as perfect as I thought it was

Our relationship started 

On a Tuesday. 

You swept me into your arms and I was yours, 

Happily so. 

I had gained the world in gaining you. 

A boyfriend, 

My boyfriend. 

I fell head over heels, you were all I could have asked for. 

I ignored the signs, pushed all the thoughts from my mind, 

You were perfect, you were mine. 

But things weren't perfect, 

It was all wrong. 

It fell apart and all came crashing down around our feet 

And I was left alone 

On a Tuesday

Author's Note

This is a poem from a while ago that I stumbled across while going through an old notebook. It's shorter than most of the things I write, but I like the way it turned out. Let me know what you think.