Mon Amour

Did you really love me?

You just walked right out the door.

Behold, the sea.

The sea of my tears, Mon Amour.

We argued for days on end.

We were slowly drifting apart.

We did nothing but bend.

You stomped on my heart.

Clearly, you didn’t love me.

You left the place where we

shared many memories.

Every fiber of my being

hoped you’d come back and hold me.

I was dead wrong.

You didn’t just not love me.

You…

you hated me.

So much so,

you ran away.

Even all those years later,

I still loved you.

Even through the loneliness,

I still loved you.

Even the day I left,

I still loved you.

The day I left,

I left for good.

I knew you’d be joyous.

Turns out,

I was wrong about that too.

You did love me,

but I don’t regret leaving.

“The day you left,

I knew I would too,

Mon Amour.”