the first time I reclaimed my heart

from a boy whose love hadn't even fully bloomed

I reclaimed the stolen glances across the hallway at 7.15 am,

right in the middle of the school prayer

the second time I had to reclaim my heart

from the boy who had never asked for it anyway

I reclaimed the 4pm shy glances

over the rim of his favourite cup of tea

but this last time

now that I reclaim my heart from you

the person i had accidentally made a home of

I refuse to reclaim 6.45pm, two blocks away from my house

I refuse to "take that time back"

and I refuse to let myself indulge in the illusion

that you never walked into my life with hurricanes in your eyes

and I never mistook them for swirling pools of love

I refuse to reclaim 6.45pm,

when your fingers, tangled in mine,

wouldn't want to let me go

when your lips pressed on my forehead

screamed at me to stay, stay, stay

or maybe I was simply fooling myself

and at 6.45pm, two blocks away from my home,

you were relieved to let go of my sweaty palm

your forehead kisses nothing more than fools gold

but I will always remember 6.45 pm as the time

when I loved you the hardest

and you loved me the least