Poetry Analysis

``` Closure

Closure

Sometimes I catch myself peering through the windows of the past, where you and I are still playfully bantering in the dark.

I stop in my tracks. Just as I'm about to knock, I turn away, knowing that if I open that door again, you'll only try to escape – as though I was the one who trapped you there.

The truth is, I'm tired of pretending you never cross my mind. But I know now: you never missed me. You only missed the attention I gave you.

Trying to love you felt like holding a conversation in a language I could barely say hello in.

I watched the scarlet spill from your soul and dressed it in maroon, mistaking a warning for something worth loving.

Blaming you won't change what happened, nor will it teach you empathy. It only paints another version of you— one you'll never become.

You've made it so easy to hate you, yet there was something so hypnotic about your eyes that perhaps I never minded losing my mind.

So, to protect my peace and finally accept what I've become, I'll admit this:

You infatuated me— and I lost nothing because of it.

Because I've learned something heartbreak could never take away.

The one who truly loves never loses. ```