It takes time to fly,
time to mend a heart,
and time to move on.
Nobody said it would be easy,
I just hope it’s worth it.
Worth putting my heart back into the line of fire,
worth giving up his memories, both good and bad,
in order to love again.
I keep telling myself I won’t be so foolish this time,
but I am already seeing signs of my love struck stupidity.
I try to hold back my feelings,
and not reach out to embrace him.
I don’t want him to know I want him.
I can’t have him knowing that I need him.
But it’s far too late,
I’ve slipped too many times.
Reached out when I should have been holding back.
I have every right to hate love,
to not trust my own judgement,
but I don’t.
For some time I had myself convinced I was better off alone,
despite my own knowledge that I need love,
I was so convincing,
I even believed my own lies.
Then he came along,
though truly he’d been there the whole time.