I paint this loneliness on the canvas of my heart,
as I reminisce on what we use to be.
The pain has become more bearable these days,
and I can't help to wonder if you still think of me.
My heart still beats for your love, somewhere deep inside,
but I now know truthfully we may never be.
I roll back the curtain of my memories as I recall your smile,
our laughs, our hugs and deep conversations under the stars.
I guess I was just a fuck to you all this time huh?
I wonder how that makes you feel.
To me you were the world, the sun, the star, and everything in between.
I would have an given an arm and leg for you,
and the way you treated me, made me feel like a fool.
No longer enchanted by your charm,
as slowly my heart turns cold towards you.
We could have been awesome, we could have ruled the world together...
We could have been the next power couple babe-
Why did you have to be such a fool?
Sometimes I can't help to wonder what the fuck is wrong with you....
Instead you sold our love for mediocrity, and my heart for whatever bull.
Then I am reminded by the sweet soft voice of my inner goddess,
"Baby girl, it's not you.....it's him."
"But why, why doesn't he love me, and I'd do anything for him?!"
I screamed as the tears roll....
The goddess repeated, "it's not you it's him.
He has never had love like you, and to him your kindness and devotion is foreign.
Don't blame yourself because he hasn't awaken to his divine masculine."
I cried, I cried so hard knowing she spoke nothing but the truth.
In that moment, I accepted that there was nothing I could do,
nothing I could say for you to love me the way I loved you.
So I packed my bag, holding tightly the fragments of my broken heart,
and I returned home, where my inner child had patiently waited.
She jumped for joy as she saw me coming with all my tiresome baggage.
I hugged her tightly, and then it hit me- I was all I needed.
