My father, being the man that he is,
Always told me growing up,
After giving me some chores to do,
And me not doing them right,
That if I don't do it right,
I'll just do it again,
I think that because the phrase was said so often,
Because I did the chores wrong so often,
It's become a part of my subconscious,
Taking over my conscious,
Because I've screwed up so many times,
One too many times,
Because of you,
And you,
And the other ten of you,
I just keep going,
And going,
And going,
Trying as hard as I can,
To find someone that can be there for me,
And love me,
Then there's,
YOU,
YOU that changed everything,
I tried to move on from YOU,
I never succeeded,
It always comes back to YOU in the end,
So maybe the feelings for the other ones,
Are only there because I failed the first time,
The first time I saw YOU,
And I thought that YOU were a phase,
I was wrong,
So here I am,
Doing it again because I did it wrong all the other times,
Failing to realize that YOU are a piece of me,
All of YOU,
I know now that I am doing things right this time,
Because this headspace,
Is the headspace I need to be in,
So I can do things right,
"Right" being,
That I can see YOU,
And hold YOU,
And spend time with YOU,
Which is what I should've done in the first place,
Instead of referring myself to the other guy,
And ruining myself,
Because all it did was let him ruin me too,
YOU don't ruin me,
YOU bring out the very best in me,
The romantic in me,
No matter what anyone says,
YOU are the "right" in my life,
In one way, shape, or form,
So when it comes to YOU,
I'd be happy to do it again,
As long as I remember to come back to YOU,
Which shouldn't be too hard anymore,
Because I understand now that YOU are the reason why I've had to do it all over again,
Over,
And over,
So thank you,
I love you,
Here's to doing it again.
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A Piece of Me
PoetryA collection of what it is like to be in love with an idea of being in love.