It's not my fault,
choices were made.
You walked away,
with intent to ne'er return.
I was so blinded by love,
I couldn't see past the truth.
Now, what do I see?
Someone who can't stand the thought of me.
The worst part is,
I'm not the only one hurting.
It hurts more for me,
having to watch it hurt him, too.
Not sure what to do,
still processing and preparing.
Hoping for strength to keep me going,
staying busy, but not enough to clear my head.
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