
While I know some of you may be tired of reading my poetry, statistics show that many still enjoy it. This is for you, you know who you are.
You once said, “but for me, you are the end of the road.”
Then you created a fork and away you strode
Down a different path, away from me
Running like you always do, trying to be free
Did I really make you feel imprisoned?
All I ever did was listen
I learned that you’d find a reason to run
Always terrified of your own emotional gun
Too scared to pull the trigger and let love consume you
You’d rather look at it in your rear view
I wanted you to drown in it, face it head-on
But you were already gone
My heart was broken
You had ripped it wide open
A sad girl with a quill pen
I wrote, I will always find love. Again and again.
One story ended, but a new one began
I would have more than one love in my lifespan
To you, I was someone to get rid of
But, I will always find love.