It’s my fault, it truly is,
as this was something I could forbid.
I wish I had not cut my tether,
because it’s even harder now to keep myself together.
My bestest mates pull me from the pits
but I always hop back in again,
not yet fully healed of the bruises & hits.
My heart yearns for a love it will never find,
and God, I felt it so close, but she wanted a love of a different kind.
A love she wouldn’t mind,
A love that was not mine.
And they tell me, I could find a new girl in a snap,
and fill that empty gap.
And although that may be true,

She will never be you.