Questions

CATEGORY

first love

I don't want to think about you anymore, but you plague my mind.
A disease to my heart, but the faults all mine.
They say, in time, all wounds heal. But what then happens to what I feel?
Or what if time has been stolen? Or maybe it's broken?
Because after all this time, these wounds remain open.
Captivated. In love. Strung out. Sprung.
It was all jokes to you, but I never got the pun.
Who can I trust when I gave you all of me?
Turned me inside out, yet you still were not pleased.
Confidence, stolen. Assurance of myself, gone.
And when I try to love again, only then do I realize what was done.
I write in hopes that one day you will get it.
I have so much to say and I hope that you will hear it.
When I felt life threw me away, it was you who I clung to.
And when I was in trouble, it was you who I would run to.
Thought if I remained honest, I would get something true.
But now what do I do? Who do I have, if I don't have you?
They say home is where the heart is, but what do they know?
My heart is with you, so where do I go?
If you were leading, I would have followed you anywhere.
But I guess following your lead is what got me here.
I knew who you were, I saw it in your eyes.
But I chose that path, so who am I to cry?
Or maybe I was selfish? I wanted it all.
Did I move too fast? Was I too quick to fall?
A whole new world, too much for you to explore?
Did I want you to feel something you weren't ready for?
Sadness. Hurt. Shame. Embarrassment.  All things I feel.
Are these all things time will also heal?