.

The one who wasn’t my boyfriend.

The one I argued on street corners with.

The one who told me he’d never met anyone like me.

The one I stayed up late talking, deep into the night.

The one who skipped work to take me out.

The one who said he loved me.

The one I kissed again.

The one I kept saying no to.

The one I enjoyed having power over. The one I knew would do anything for me.

The one I kissed a third time.

The one who told me I was the one.

The one who wasn’t the one.

The one I kissed a fourth time.

The one who has a heart I once broke.

Shattered.

Smashed.

Stomped on

Stopped.

That one. I wish I’d never kissed him.