Second Guessing
A year and 8 months spent very well,
A year and 8 months later I am in hell
To say I want you back would not be a lie,
But I can no longer hold these feelings inside
I’m grateful I met you and called you mine,
But my heart can’t see you’re gone because he’s blind
A scar has been left, it did not heal the right way,
Because the cream that’s supposed to heal it is not working today
I keep reverting back to it, I can’t let it go,
Oh, Lord, where is that glowing path I’m supposed to follow?
I want to give up, I am on my knees,
My brain is ready but my heart won’t let me
I want to feel it again, be happy one more time,
But it can’t be with him, it’ll be a lie
So I walk alone, tears streaming down my face,
And continue to wish I hadn’t been replaced
Our love was invisible, but as strong as could be,
But now it’s as weak as an infant, and a reflection of me
I can’t end this poem, I can’t end my thoughts,
I thought I moved on but I guess not