You weren't my type, <br />to begin with, <br />well, until I got to know you <br />and even then I wouldn't have, <br />couldn't have <br />but, well I thought maybe <br />but then again maybe not <br />and even though we didn't <br />and we never would <br />there's still a place in my heart <br />that misses you, needs you, <br />your face, your expressions, <br />your naughtiness, your humour, <br />your ways, your voice. <br />You always had a sadness, <br />a look about you <br />that said you were, <br />kind of, maybe, <br />vulnerable <br />but I should have known <br />when I saw her face, <br />those eyes, dark, <br />bigger than mine <br />that you'd never <br />fall for me.<br /><br />Ruth Walters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-should-have-known-7/
