The Hurtful Truths of Reality

Delilah

i went to listen to my favorite song today
but all i heard was your voice.
all i saw was the bittersweet memories of what use to be.
i remember when id beg you to sing for me.
you always said yes.
because saying yes meant keeping me happy.
even if you didnt like the sound of your voice.
i was your delilah.
i was the one who all the love songs were about.
all the girls who desperately wanted to be yours,
were filled with envy.
because they knew i had you wrapped around my finger.
they knew we were unbreakable.
but that was until she came along.
she knew how to get under our skin.
make out sessions became less affectionate.
perfect days resulted in arguing nights.
affection was changed to fake happiness.
i shouldve noticed all the warning signs.
i shouldve changed something before it happened.
but i didnt.
it all happened too soon.
we crashed and burned.
we fell apart.
and now all the love songs are about her.
she won.
i am no longer your delilah.
i am no longer your happy ending.
and i can no longer listen to my favorite song.

{h.j.}