The Misery I Became
Am I too late to fix things?
Have I lost you?
Have you fallen out of love?
Is this what God has written for us?
Am I the only one to blame?
I have so many questions
but I truly thought I gave everything.
How will I move on
if I ever let you go?
I can’t live knowing
you longed for someone else,
or even dreamed
of finding peace in her arms.
Did I push you so far away?
I had no idea this was happening,
or maybe I was too blind
with all the love you gave me.
My heart feels shattered,
it wants to die.
It would rather die
than not have you.
You told me
this wasn’t love, but obsession.
If that’s true,
why did I, at some point,
wish you’d find happiness
even if it wasn’t with me
because I believed
I was your misery?
How did we come to this, my love?
We were each other’s world.
You were my full moon.
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