My problem lied
not in me
looking for the good in everyone-

but that there was
nothing good
in you to see.

Three years of my life wasted,
two more to get over you indefinitely .

For all this time has past,
and yet the past it still haunts.
For all this time it was
your ego, your pride that I fought.

I can say now that I'm not
mad at you anymore.
I can say now that I don't
feel like a *****.
But I'll never admit that the
bruises are still sore.