I have to tell you how it really felt
there were times I wished I had just knelt
and asked for forgiveness for everything I didn't do
instead of asking the many questions
and seeking comfort in philosophic quotations
because till date it still isn't love if it isn't you…
swear the day you left was the day I died,
the only thing that got me going was my pride
which was sky high like an eagle on a cloud ride,
I know I once said that I moved on but I lied
I was saving you, (the billion times that I tried
but failed to let you see the real truth about my pain)
from guilt, couldn’t get myself to show you the oceans of tears I cried.
I even couldn't get myself to hate you as much as I wished I could
an earthquake that brought a storm, and left me to deal with the stormy rain
for when you broke my heart the rest of my life was *******…
Going past us may cost me ever and a day as I still dream about the kisses
and scour the floor of reality, searching and picking up the pieces.