Dante

Every past date I see I think back to what we were doing together Just the simple fact that we were together That I believed I was happy That maybe I was beginning to finally hope you were starting to trust me I’m looking at a picture from 5 months ago Did you hold me that day? Did you think I was beautiful? Did you tell me I was beautiful? Did we tell each other we loved one another dearly? Could I have been recovering from the things you said to me in a moment of anger? Did I “make it about myself” for crying because the person I loved chose such poisonous words? I can’t even remember much of February now Only that it was cold, and rainy, and I was so alone But I was happy... because I had you And every word you said to me it made me feel so warm even the cruelest ones. I gave my soul to you When did you stop looking at me Like you used to? I’m so sick of putting out fires I sold my dreams for you I beat myself up for never noticing sooner I made myself small so you could shine once in your life If I’d just loved myself would this have happened to me? Any love I gave you is yours to keep I can’t remember the last time I felt genuinely loved by you but I do remember my love for you... I wish I could love myself even half as much as that I’m not sure when that day will come... I hope it does come