He Was Never Mine

I have a story to tell It knocks from deep inside; Is well made up, Spiced with all pretence And built with all the lies. I want to tell people, How I have moved on with life After the betrayal that- Shook my once bold heart; And took all that I had. I want to motivate them, That life goes on pretty well- Even when those we treasured, Choose to let go of our backs. There is this story, Of how I get him in nightmares, How I forgot about him, And how really happy I am now; But I owe my heart, A confession to let out; That while he left me, I loved him the more; For the courage he had- The guts to break my heart. I dream of him every night. I'm a light sleeper today, Because I think about him most of the nights; And often sleep in bits, Memorizing how he was kneeling before me, Saying he was sorry for leaving me, Taking my hand and asking me to walk with him, All the way throughout his remaining life; Which all was in my dream at that time. I want to tell them the truth, That it hurts me acting like all is well, When the fact stands firm, That I miss my former man, Who I chose never to call my ex Because he never was my man; But someone else's.