This poem is about a boy who broke my heart. I dwelled on it for 2 years. But then, I realized that I had just missed 2 years of my life I would never get back. I used to cry myself to sleep at least once a week, blaming myself for the breakup. But now, I cry once every 6 months. If you blame yourself for something, just don't. The past is the past! Live in the present and look forward to the future.