Disclaimer: I don't own Artemis (whose speaking), Minerva (who he's talking about), or Holly.
I Could Have Loved Her
I could have loved her.
She has beauty and brains.
A dangerous combination.
Then again, everything concerning me is dangerous.
Or it used to be.
I could have loved her.
If I were still the me that I was 48 hours ago, I might have loved her.
But things changed.
I changed.
I could have loved her.
But I learned something.
I learned the meaning of true sacrifice.
The Ultimate Sacrifice.
Something neither she nor I have the courage to do.
I could have loved her.
But things changed.
I changed.
The Ultimate Sacrifice was made.
Thank goodness I was there to reverse it.
I could have loved her.
I might have loved her.
But I do not.
I cannot.
I could have loved her.
But I don't love her.
I love another.
She goes by the name of Short.
Holly Short.
I could have loved her.
But I fell in love with my best friend.
Loved it? Hated it? This is my first poem, and I'm sorry it doesn't rhyme. I just thought it sounded poetic. Please review!!
