Recovery

It Could've Worked

How much longer until someone reminds me of you and I don't have to turn the other cheek? How long was it for you? Maybe I shouldn't ask that because we both know it didn't take you long to replace me. Maybe that was the problem.

You were always running and I've never really been a fan of even jogging. I don't know what you were running from. Maybe your past. You only told me bits and pieces of your past. Maybe you were running from those damn demons that seem to be in everyone's head these days. Or maybe you were running because you were scared that you finally found a girl worth keeping. You always told me you didn't think you weren't good enough of me.

But that's not true. Maybe you weren't the best boyfriend, nor I the best girlfriend, but if you would've tried, I would've too. I wish I could've held your hand and helped you fight that demon that told you horrible things about yourself. I would've. Maybe I just needed to let you run so I could realize where you were running to. I think I forgot to tell you that when you told me about yourself, it was like a book that I couldn't put down. I was anxious to see what happened and what was going to happen next.

I would've fought for you. I would've put up a hard fight, kicking and screaming for you. I would've bought new running shoes if you had let me.

But now I have pages of your book memorized and I have no idea what you do with all that information