For so long,
I was the love of my life.
Admittedly,
I wasn’t THAT crazy about myself,
but I knew I was all I had,
so I found a way to adore her,
never letting my eyes stray from her dreams,
holding her at night,
as she cried,
keeping her on track.
I knew where I was going.
I knew who I was.
My heart was empty,
but it was mine,
until you stole it,
and filled it with new dreams,
questions.
I started questioning where I was going.
I started questioning who I was.
My heart was full,
we were fighting over it,
and I let you win.
I let you take the love of my life,
and fill her heart,
and her head with ideas,
so,
now she is yours,
until you leave,
taking your ideas,
your new dreams,
and half of her with you.
If I sound resentful,
or regretful,
it’s because I am,
because I’m not pretty,
but I’m not dumb either,
(I think that’s how that phrase goes…)
and I’ve been down this road before.
I’ve wanted to believe these things before.
I’ve picked her up, after they leave like this before.
So,
I let you take her,
because she desperately wanted to go,
but when you break her heart,
please,
don’t give her hope that you’ll fix it again,
it just makes it harder for me to do it.
