There was once a time,
In the story of my life,
that all I ever wanted
deserved, desired, begged for,
was to feel,
was to become
the strongest monument of your love,
without a single moment’s pause
and the safety,
that comes from an open soul,
that comes from an open mind,
undying, unflinching, and unwavering,
that can be relied upon,
I once believed in.
This true heart
That echoes throughout my chest
That never gave up on all of you.
I may have started all this turmoil,
by an errant or arrogant thought,
the mistake was mine
believing in your words
a little more than I should.
Today I remembered,
those words were not yours,
those words were never written by you,
those words were written by someone else,
those words only tell a small part of our story.
What remains is a story left untold
What remains is a story left to unfold
What remains is a love story to behold.