Losing your soul mate
I´m feeling strange writing you a love letter,
because we both went our seperate ways.
You´ve got your new love, and me..
Well let´s not talk about me.
From the first day I met you I knew you were the one,
so when we broke up moving on was just no option.
It was me who ended our relationship, but I regret it ever since.
Days went by and so did your love.
In the beginning I was hoping that we would get back together, but days turned into weeks, and weeks into months.
It´s now exactly six months ago, and I´m still not over you.
I still have your photo in a frame, and sleeping without waking up with tears in my eyes is my everyday wish.
Tell me how can I move one if you keep telling me that you miss me, and the girl you´re with is just not the one.
I know that one day we´ll get back together,
but it seems so far away..
The other day I was sitting by the phone waiting for your call,back there and then I realized that maybe you never deserved my love at all.
Of course that was just a matter of seconds that I gave up on hope,because deep down I know that you and me are what the call ´mend to be´.
It sounds kind of cliché, I know, but when we broke up I couldn´t eat, couldn´t sleep and I was what my friends called me emotionally and physically weak.
I had a break down and my pen was my only friend.
No judgements, no advices. Just me with my thoughts.
There I was in my room full of emotions writing another poetry and like all the others I thought it would end with you and me.
Only this poetry was a little different from all the rest.
It ended with me and you.
It was the first time I put myself before you, and that´s how I knew that it was time for me to open up my eyes.
I realized that I needed to take a step back, and look at myself.
I started to take a look how my life has been from the day I met you ´till now, and I got scared.
I´m not the type to break down and cry.
I´ve been through so much, so how on earth could you break my heart.
Step by step and bit by bit I discovered how.
In reality it was not you who broke my heart..
My heart was already broken, and because of that I had problems to let you in.
When I finally gave you that chance it was already too late.
We were both in a condition that we couldn´t communicate.
So when I let you in, it only could go wrong and so it did.
Sad, sadder, saddest.
A short version of the way me made each other feel.
I don´t know how you could deal with losing me, but I got the feeling that it wasn´t that different from me.
Because if you thought my pen pas my only friend, you guessed wrong.
I couldn´t call it a break down, if that was my only way out.
No, of course not. I also started to use drugs.
In the beginning I felt relieved I felt free, but it didn´t take me long to notice
I was losing me.
With this letter I have written every thought, every feeling, every burden that stops me from living.
Because the day I gave up on us, was the day I gave up on me.
Forever yours.