I was frightened, if I healed it would mean that I would have to leave you behind. I knew I had to which was the hardest thing to accept, I once loved you and now I had to let you go? Was that how this was supposed to work? Having to accept that you weren't mine hurt. Was I not enough? Am I not enough? You lie and yet you say I lied. So now as I look at another, contemplating whether or not they're the one I can't help but think to myself, am I not enough? Is that why you left? I had to accept that you weren't mine, I had to accept that I hurt you more than you actually hurt me, I had to accept that your happiness mattered more than your love for me. I should have never had to let you choose. I realize that healing isn't easy, I still break down, I still cry, so those who say it's easy they're telling folk tails. Moving on is hard but now my vision is clear and I can see through the clouds oh, I can see the stars. You did that.
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The Hardest Prison to Escape is your Mind
PoetryMy poems of healing quit short I must say although it took me about two years. I want you to see I'm better and that I don't need her.
