Sunday, June 04, 2006

Learning to Live again is killing me....

Well, at least I thought so. I wrote this about a week ago. Not about my ex husband, but the old boyfriend.

why?

your failure to love me
makes me feel like a fool
like
you played me and laid me
as though there was love once -
yeah, you said
that it was true

you saved me from doom,
made me whole
again,
then took me back to this love-ruin

but why?
i loved
you with all there was left of me
i tried with all the force in my life
i
gave the best of me until there was nothing left to give
and it was never
enough

made the changes that you wanted
went the course of your
design
followed your path of resistance
and found that it did not
matter
baby, i'm so broken

there's nothing more i could have
done
to change this sad equation
and now you are happy
again

but why?
because i'm not cool with how it is
didn't you
know that i would have done it all
had you only asked me to?
i thought you
really wanted me
but you couldn't


It kind of seems irrelevant to post this now, especially after I have moved on. But maybe it should be some kind of testament to the power of getting over it and going forward?