I thought I got over him
I thought I could move on
But..
There were always "buts" in the end
I just kept coming back to him
My heart was aching to be his again
Or to make him mine
Did I still love him then?
Wasn't it to make myself feel better when things didn't work out with a new person?
To think "It's OK because I still love HIM. No Wonder it didn't go well"
To protect myself from the pain of rejection
To keep myself from thinking nobody loved me
I was weak
Crying by myself in the dark
Failing to recognize my own worth
Maybe I just needed something to hold on to
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