A day in poetry IV

He was not the one,

He never bought me flowers, 

Neither chocolate boxes for Valentine's day.

He never took me out to dance,

Neither bought me a diamond ring. 

He was not the one, 

He always drank too much alcool when we went out,

And looked at others girls like they were the one.

He was always late,

But never apologizes for making me wait.

He was not the one, 

He never slept at home after we made love, 

And neither liked taking me out for dinner.

He always smoked in bed,

And drank too much coffee.

He was not the one,

He criticized my way to dress,

He laughed at me when I was lost in my mind, 

He never replied to my "I love you",

Neither to my "I miss you".

He was not the one,

He was not so nice,

He was not so in love, 

He was not so into me, 

He was maybe just a little bit too far away from me.

He was not the one,

And still today, 

I sometimes find me asking myself,

"What could I have done to make out of him the one for me?"

Anyway, secretly he'll always be.