It’s the day you went on your knees for me,
A day, meant for us.
A day, signifying our beginning.
A day, also marking the rust.
At times you feel like you’ve resurrected from the past,
With a lot of voices in your head.
Theres a sense of freedom of some kind,
But thats just a metophor instead.
Cause it’s now when the feeling sinks in,
The real challenge initiates ahead.
The thought of being without you all my life,
Bring shudders, while I lay in bed.
Thinking about the future past
Each day I lay wide awake,
Thinking where I lost it all
Was it all my just my mistake?
Then the successive thoughts follow,
When nothing makes sense anymore.
There are times when I feel your here,
In dreams I come knocking at your door.
How am I supposed to move on,
When I’m still in love with you.
Maybe that’s why they say you ‘fall’ in love,
It’s something you just can’t undo.
I choose to not leave for the one thing you did wrong,
But to stay, for all the other things you did right.
This is my belief.
He stole my heart in every single way, and was begone. The thief.
Living in constant fear ever since,
Fear of trusting anyone again,
A fear that has only grown over the year,
It’s made me unsure of who I am.
Lost my friends and everything along,
Pushed everyone further away.
Got myself believing in the fact,
If you could leave, so could they.
Iv lived days, almost a year of guilt.
Guilt of something I didn’t commit.
Analysing what went wrong in haste,
Missing every single moment spent with you,
Clinging to every ray of hope together we lit.
Days, and months, and years I recall.
Happy, young, wild and care free.
Sailing swiftly on a boat named ‘life’,
Today, we turn three.
Today, we turn three.
P.S. I miss you, too.