Moving On; Or So I Thought

I thought of you today, but that's no surprise.
Typically when you come to mind tears fall from my eyes.
Our memories loop like a 3D movie playing in my head.
Your laugh the soundtrack as the credits role.

It's been two years and five days since I first gave myself to you.
You were so gentle, I felt you could never break me.
I was wrong. You left. I broke.
I didn't know how to cope.

Three months later I'm trying to heal by filling the empty space you left where my heart used to be.
I've fooled around, "I love you"
Even rolled off my lips.
Nothing will be as sweet as our first kiss.

My heart still flutters when I hear your name.
But sinks when I remember you're with her.
A rage builds towards a girl I don't even know.
She took the one good thing I had going for me.

When I met you I was in a bad place.
Walking on a path of glass and self destruction.
To this day I still believe you're my saving grace.

This may sound selfish; but when you left you took my happiness. I want it back in the same condition.
In other words, I want you. I want us.

-TaneshaNicole 12/27/2013