2 years have passed but I'll admit.
Now that I'm clean don't mean I don't miss it.
But just because I miss you, doesn't mean I'm not hurt.
But through my hurt I've begun to see.
As you pushed me away, it opened my eyes to the dirt.
I danced with him clumsily as I thought back to thee.
You and I had danced so perfectly; so right.
However, he makes me feel something I never dreamed I'd feel again; joy.
It's as though he had opened a whole new world, giving me sight.
But not just sight, treating me as though I'm not just a toy.
I can't say I don't remember how your lips felt on mine.
Because I do, that much is true.
But he looks at me and my whole world smells of fresh pine.
He is my second chance, the one I hope will say, "I do."
He is my clean.
I will forever remember what we had.
But I won't ever beg you to take me back, making a scene.
I was the one who you made sad.
And that is something I won't soon forget.
He gave me a different kind of butterfly.
The one that love begets.
He makes me release my last breath of you in a sigh.
He makes me feel made new.
He may be the one changes my name.
That's something not even you could make me do.
And the best part, he doesn't drive me insane.
He is my beginning.
He is the start of overdue healing.
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A/N:
Hey!
Thanks so much for those of you who consistently read!!!!!
It means so much to me.
Happy New Year!!!!!
Love,
-B (:
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Non-FictionA collection of poems I wrote during and after my first relationship. I spent 5+ years working on this, and I apologize for any spelling/grammatical errors, but I wanted to leave everything as it was originally written.
