"Blue"

"I love you, but I love me more"
a phrase that would hurt right down to the core
if ever uttered from the love once discovered
thats now ended and but only left you poor

It makes one wonder if one does not love oneself enough
or that maybe your baby just made you better and stuff

perhaps the problem was when you got comfortable in time
expecting today to turn into tomorrow with her still by your side

you may have even let out a little cry
when she told you her last goodbye

but deep down inside you still somehow assumed you'd still get to start over again.
Or at least stay her friend.

but lets not pretend, no love can last forever.

and with the uncertainties of these absudities comes the fear of not finding again what one did for thee.


wasn't pining the best part?
the butterflies and late night sighs
my heart aching just to be near to you
and whenever you graced your lovely eyes into mine
my breath would pause neatly just to better focus on you

oh how it makes me so blue
to recall of such a tragic poetry
seeping from my soul to my mind to my fingers- to you
what a shame what we both had to do
to reenact a feeling in seasons anew

I know now what I must do to be rid of you.
but oh, how it makes me blue.