One day, while you were still trying
to figure out where we went wrong
and what we both could have done
to make our relationship last,
you paused and asked me
''What do you believe that love is?
I mean, all this time, we've been saying
we love each other and we both seem
to have believed it, but do we really
feel that way for each other or is it
another infatuation game our minds
play on us?''
Those weren't your words exactly,
no, you were cruel and blunt.
I spent the rest of my days with you
struggling to prove to you
that what I felt was genuine and unconditional
love and not some cheap trick.
Every day, I had to face
your consistent doubts and worries
as well as my own insecurities
and everyone else's hurtful comments
on our long distance relationship.
In the end, you left but this time for good.
I always hoped that it would never come to this,
that you'd always come back to me at last,
no matter how many times you'd abandoned me.
My heart was always ready to take you back.
I had the tendency to forgive every mistake
that you made.
All I know now is that I have moved on.
I am someone else's girlfriend
and I have no idea how you are,
if you have found my replacer,
I don't even know if I was ever good enough
according to you
to be replaced or I was just a passer by
in your overcrowded and busy life.
What I am sure of though is
that after
two years, seven months, one day
and more than 180 scars,
I am still writing poems about you.
So to answer your question,
I truthfully loved you
but you never quite understood it
until it was too late.
Let's only hope that in another life
you will find me first
and ask me the same question again
but this time you won't be afraid of
such an endless love
because somehow, you'll know
that this life will be your second chance
to fix what you broke before.
