Lessons In Life

You probably don’t even remember me,

While every story I write features you.

You don’t recall saying we were meant to be.

It’s alright, it’s not like we ever thought it was true.

We both could see the crumbling aftermath,

Even as we walked down that twisted path.

But with every story I write, I think of you.

I knew the instant you had withdrew.

How you left my heart battered and bruised.

How you walked away like I was too broken and used.

How you left me to crumple in on myself,

While I suffered at the hands of my mental health.

I remember all of the good times too,

Although it’s tough, as there were so few.

I remember laughter and the times we kissed,

Before, once again, my feelings were dismissed.

And I left your house, crying and broken.

But my thoughts were, yet again, left unspoken.

I bet you don’t even remember me,

I gave you everything I had for free.

While I could never forget you,

You taught me not all love is true.

You taught me so many valuable lessons.

And cost me SO many therapy sessions.

But at the end of the day, what I come back to,

Is that I’m SO glad I am no longer with you.