Why is it
That my brain is fixed on the past?

Why is it
That I can’t fully be done with it?

Why is it
That I have a man who loves me now
Who takes me as I am
When I wasn’t good enough for another?

Why is it
That I can’t know my love for him?
It comes when he’s away.
The yearning is soothed when he’s near.
But why can’t I know it’s love?

Crazy, passionate Love
That makes you melt at the seams.

I feel it, but why can’t I know it?

Am I too desperate to be loved?
Am I starving for affection?
Is this love I feel being forced,
Because I am too desperate to feel love again?

Or is it real?
The true and genuine thing,
That I'm too scared to think is real.

Because it's different.

It's not my first love.

My brain says "No, it's not the same.
This can't be it"

But my heart says
*Yes.