Overcoming Your Bullshit
When you left, I began to hate everything:
The way the sun rised, as if nothing happened,
The way the rooster still crowed, as if it I actually wanted a wake up call,
Even the way the people around me still laughed, as if everything was okay.
I stayed in bed-miserable,
I cried in bed-constantly,
I layed in bed-contemplating,
I _____ in bed-_____-and...
I remember the way you use to hold me,
Your arms wrapped around me like a blanket around an innocent infant;
That’s how I felt- innocent.
The way you whispered to lull me in your trap.
For three years I fought, forgave, and forgot.
I listened to your lies night after night, and you still convinced me.
I screamed your name night after night, and yet still wept with you.
I told myself night after night that every couple did this, and I still stayed with you.
Sometimes that’s all i think about, the negativity.
No one prepared me for the endless ache I felt, not only emotional, but physical.
That isn’t what I want to think about anymore,
I want to try to remember only the positivity.
I don’t want to do this because I still love you, even though I do still love you;
I want to do it because I want to be in love again-
Not with you, not with some other guy,
But with myself and the world I live in.
When I was with you every day was a blessing,
I miss that-
The smile I felt grow on my face when the warm sun rays beamed.
The way that I reflected every negative thing into something that didn’t exist.
I miss smiling, laughing- just being happy.
I miss the way I looked forward to school.
I miss the way I looked forward to wake up.
I miss the way I looked forward to --to everything.
I want to fall in love with the sun and his warm feeling rays,
Because all I feel now are cold rays of agony.
I want to fall in love with the people around me,
Because all I feel now are the cold blank judgmental stares.
I want to be able to dance to the radio,
To hum and sing again.
I want to be able to wake up with a smile on my face,
To greet each day with a warm welcoming.
I will get there,
No matter how much bullshit you put me through.
I might be a heartbroken girl now,
But every heartbreak ends with falling in love again.
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