You never seemed
like the type
to need reassurances
until yesterday.
It was the first time
you uttered the words
"love" and "you"
in the same sentence.
But I could
never love you;
I just got off
on getting you off.
Not for the sake
of an orgasm,
but I relished knowing
you were thinking of me.
Before I projected a lot
of my insecurities on you;
I took out many of
my weaknesses on you.
All these years later
I thought I was an option;
but now you tell me
you had feelings all along.
I must say you're too late.
I moved on and what I
considered your rejection
was a blessing in disguise.
A very good poem touching on
A very good poem touching on growth and the more fulfilling places roads often lead.