"He Loved Me Like..."
He loved me like a tourist,
only stayed for the view—
like someone who snaps a photo,
but never asks the story too.
He loved me like a hobby,
when boredom filled his day—
like a song he played on loop,
then tossed it far away.
He loved me like the rain,
gentle, but never stayed—
like clouds that kiss the earth,
then quietly fade.
He loved me like a secret,
kept behind closed doors—
like a flame without a spark,
never truly yours.
He loved me like a season,
just passing by—
like autumn loves its leaves,
but still says goodbye.
He loved me like a dream,
real only in sleep—
like a wish made at midnight,
never meant to keep.
He loved me like a lesson,
meant to be learned—
like a chapter he read,
then closed when it burned.