If I’m honest
I would tell you
Of the broken heart
You left me with
Or of the tears I cried for you
Of all the nights I spent remembering
And the days I spent trying to forget it all.
I would tell you of the pieces you left
For me to pick up.
If I was honest,
I would tell you of the poetry I wrote
That described how much I despised you.
I would tell you of the hours
I spent pretending it didn’t matter
That you still crossed my mind.
And If I could be honest
I would tell you how those feelings started to fade.
How I no longer longed for you again.
How I learned to move on,
And not regret what we had.
I would tell you that suddenly it was all clear,
That I’m better without you here.
But only if
I’m being honest.