The Night I Stayed
Like a Taylor Swift ballad

You came back in black for your father’s wake
Wearing grief like a coat you didn’t want to take
We met up at Lily’s, like the old days, all of us
Drinking cheap beer, laughing too much
And your eyes caught mine in that familiar way
Like time hadn’t touched us, just slipped away
The porch light was low when they all said goodbye
You asked if I’d stay, and I didn’t ask why
'Cause your voice was cracked
And your hands were cold
And I forgot how good it felt
To be the one you’d hold
But I shouldn’t have stayed, shouldn’t have kissed you
Shouldn’t have let my heart pretend it missed you
There’s a girl who’s waiting back at your place
And I wore her pain on my guilty face
It was comfort, it was reckless
It was wrong, but it was real
And I’d undo that night if I could
But I remember how it made me feel
Your hoodie smelled like smoke and fall
And the silence was louder than us all
You said, “God, this town still holds my ghost”
I said, “Yeah, but it lets you go the most”
We laid on your childhood twin-size bed
Two strangers in the skins we shed
And I knew before our lips had met
That I’d carry this night like a quiet regret
'Cause you weren’t mine
And I wasn’t yours
We were just old habits
With unlocked doors
But I shouldn’t have stayed, shouldn’t have kissed you
Shouldn’t have let my heart pretend it missed you
There’s a girl who’s loving who you became
And I played with fire in her name
It was comfort, it was selfish
It was fleeting, but it’s true
And I wish I hadn’t said yes
But God, I always do
You touched my hand like it still belonged
Like we weren’t breaking something all along
And I wanted to believe it meant something deep
But love doesn’t cheat—love doesn’t creep
I shouldn’t have stayed, bu I couldn’t leave
Even though my heart wore guilt on its sleeve
There’s a girl who trusts you miles away
And I’m the secret you won’t say
It was midnight, it was mourning
It was wrong, but it was ours
And I’ll bury it under the stars—
About the Creator
Brie Boleyn
I write about love like I’ve never been hurt—and heartbreak like I’ll never love again. Poems for the romantics, the wrecked, and everyone rereading old messages.



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