Romanticizing - Sam Glynn
They tell me: “you deserve better than him”
They tell me: “move on - that’s what you should do”
How can I? So suddenly on a whim,
Especially after all we’ve been through?
It’s apparent our history’s fleeting
He always told me “let the past die”
But how am I to handle this beating,
Knowing everything shared was a lie?
Hoping to give us some sense of closure
I tried to talk to him, my wounds still fresh
And with all my might, contain composure
But he told me curtly: “we just don’t mesh.”
I suppose it’s nice knowing that he’s fine
He’s good - really, he washed his hands of it
As for me, I’m far, far below cloud nine
And he sees - he knows that I’m torn and split.
He never cared, he moved on long before I had known,
He uprooted the tree of him and me, which I thought had grown.