Be Happy Instead
When you first took that step from me,
I held my breathe to see if you would leave.
Even I could see,
that after our break,
our love was no longer free.
Heartache and tears.
Contempt and fears.
I won't lie.
I tried to cut ties
and I hated myself for losing my mind.
The side of me I wanted to hide.
In fact I did.
But guess what,
I lied.
I'm not fine.
I wanted you mine.
I crossed the line.
I'm sorry.
But this isn't a sap story.
This won't end gory.
I'm not in purgatory.
I said just fuck it,
be happy instead.
I'm in control of my head,
Of myself.
I got help.
I'm fine, I think.
I know I can't command my fate,
but let me tell you how it feels to be fucking great.
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