It's funny how when someone hurts you
You go into denial
You vacillate between trying to make sense of it
and trying to accept it
between the pain of realizing the person you love hurt you
and the reality of having to stand up and say no more
I didn't run. I stood my ground.
Perhaps I was a little quick on the draw
I'll be that
I didn't shoot on sight, though
Over the years I have developed
a very low tolerance for being mistreated
I'm sure you would have been hurt
had I done the same to you.
Hoping for a good excuse
Praying it was all a big misunderstanding
and that you were wrong
Wishing he'd tackle you as you ran away
and tell you he loved you and not let you go
Missing him
No response
Longing for peace
Reconciliation
Those are natural parts of loving someone
and the hardest part of letting go