The wrong love
There was someone,
who captivated me.
They held together my small version of reality.
My guide, my shelter from the storm.
And I truly believed I loved them.
I would tell myself ever night,
that they obviously felt the same.
But the time came,
when I realized it wasn't that way.
The love we shared wasn't the love I thought it was.
It was the love of a sibling.
They weren't related by blood,
but for all we been through, it might of well been.
Through thick in thin,
they stuck by me.
But somehow, they lost their way.
By taking the wrong turn, the wrong path,
they lost themselves.
In the end I wished it wasn't the way I found out how loved worked.
Because by the time they had made up for the all the wrong turns,
it was too late.
Annabeth talking about Luke. Thanks The ice within, for the first review!
