The One I Gave My Heart To
How could the one I gave my heart to,
ask me for it back?
After he decided it was too good to keep close
That hurt the most
Not eating for days
Not sleeping for weeks
Looking at the phone
Waiting
For him to come back to me
Saying it was all a joke
And he knew his place
And he was ready for our hearts to
Return to the same space.
But that day didn’t come
In a month, even two.
No, he waited two years
To make up his mind on what to do.
But by then, I’d moved on
Tried love and failed it
Wanting to make men love me
I’d do anything it took
Because the idea of them leaving me
Just had me shook
Because if I’m “too good”
I’ve got to be better
Got to change
Rearrange
Create a new plan for the game
To make myself forget about him
And his ways
How his smile and his style highlighted all of my days
And how he promised me one day
That our last names would be the same
but somehow he worked his way
back into the frame
promising a new him
for the
new me
and talking on and on about how he was
so, so, so sorry
and for a while,
I went along for the ride
But something was always nagging me
Inside
The only one I gave my heart to
Asked me for it back
But inside I knew that
I just couldn’t do that.
Sometimes a woman
Has to refuse to go back
And not because she’s scared
But because she’s worth more than that.
And he knows who he is
And that he’ll always have his place
And that at one point our hearts occupied the same space
But now I’ve moved on
And I hope he has too
And to the one I once gave my heart,
I now give this poem to.
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