Fool

"I like you," you said.

"I want to be with you," you said.

"I love you," you said.

"I want to marry you," you said.

And I believed you.

I was happy.

I found someone finally.

But it wasn't meant to be.

Because you cheated on me.

You knew how much it would hurt me.

You knew I don't trust easily.

I didn't let people in very often.

You promised and persuaded me that

you wouldn't hurt me.

To let you in.

You were kind, and sweet, and gentle.

You were compassionate, and loving.

You were everything a boyfriend

should be.

You were everything to me.

But I was the fool.

I believed in you.

"Please keep hope," you begged me.

"You are my everything," you wrote

to me.

But you lied to me.

You said you wasn't a cheater.

I believed you.

The joke was on me.

But I didn't laugh because I didn't

find it funny.

I was a fool to have ever let you in.

But I'm still a fool because I still

love you.

I still want to be with you.

I am a fool.

But you will never know.

You will never read this poem.

Because you will be gone for six months.

Because you are in the military.

You were probably laughing at me.

About how much a fool I am.

"I will be by you soon," you wrote me.

Is that also a lie?

If so, I'm still a fool.

I want it to be true.

Please make it true.

Because I love you.

And I still want to be with you.

But we already established that I'm a

fool.

So be it.

I am a fool.