From the moment we met I didn’t really see him,
My soul became scared,
Yet I did my best to convince myself that I loved him,
Even when being with him made me so sick because my soul was scared,
I was desperately clinging to him.
Yet the time came when I was forced to see him,
I could no longer pretend he was perfect,
I began to dislike him,
I stopped pretending that we were perfect,
My soul screamed to be freed of him.
I couldn’t break up with him,
I pushed him to break up with me,
I didn’t want to regret leaving him,
Eventually he left me,
I slowly stopped feeling sick because of him.
Now I look to the past,
I can’t remember his face,
It isn’t because he’s the past,
It’s because I didn’t truly see his face,
It’s because I wasn’t truly seeing anyone in the past.
That’s how I know that I didn’t truly love him,
That’s how I know how much I feared my past,
I feared him,
Still I learned so much from the past,
I learned that I am a better person because I met him.