By Ashley O’Hare
I told everyone that I hate you;
if I never see you again, it’s too soon.
But I kept our old pictures
locked safely under the clutter in my dresser.
The truth I keep under lock and key
will never leave my heart’s safety.
I was too young to know
this love had nowhere to go.
I’m forever stuck with it.
I will always feel like this.
You’re the reason I take chances now.
One “what if” was enough to break me down.