New memories develop
At such a rapid pace
That I can't seem
To differentiate
The time they were given
And the time I fully received them.

Maybe time is relative...
All I know is
That it's relevant
When it passes by too quickly
That you forget to stop and smell the flowers
Which died long ago
But you can't seem to throw out

Because when you do,
You throw away another
Memory
Like the ones you promised
Long ago
That you never would.

I did this for you
And not the universal
YOU

...But him.

I thought that
Things would get better
If I followed his advice
And replaced the old
With new.

Yet now that it's over
I feel like
I am missing
The most important parts
Of me.

I want to blame him
But that is ignorant.
I'm the one who chose
Submission
Over stance

All for a lover
Who I could not fulfill
And who knows
That it goes both ways.

This time
I don't want him back
But I wish,
More than anything,
That I could have myself back
Because I gave too many pieces
Of my self
In order to please someone
That I knew I ever could.