Loving you, I thought I’d never do.
I then found myself always thinking of you.
You caught me unknowing.
Let me catch feelings without a throw in.
Always gave you my all.
I cared for you, picked you up at every fall.
You made me blind to your truth.
You fungus looking fruit.
Intuition was so true.
I’m so glad I saw through you.
How do you move on from a love so “true?”
A strong connection, you never wanted to lose.
A happy bubble, you never wanted to move.
Losing you, was the first thing to do.
Submerged by the hurt, I could hardly see-through.
Letting my heart hurt was hardest thing to do.
Is it really true?
Does absence make the heart grow fonder?
Should this still be the case when your heart’s down under ?
My love for you sometimes grew stronger.
I remind myself that my love for me will never make me ponder.
Love should never make you wonder.
I had to break my own heart to find peace within that blunder.