Life Behind, Love Behind

I hate the things I gave for us to be.

Moving miles across to another country.

Staying far from my friends, family and dreams. 

Because I made vows with you. 

I did think loving you would the 

best thing I’d ever do.

Now, I hate where I am put. 

I know you say it was the best for us,

The decisions we took. 

But it’s like saying children shouldn’t 

take candy because they’d purge.

You took half of things I belong, 

You thought you chose better for us. 

I think that it’s wrong 

What I gave for us to work.

The life I left behind; my absolute all.

How do I return to those?

I hate the idea of walking so you could run.

It’s hurting I didn’t think it through at all.

I had thought I was making

compromises for us.

I didn’t think the long run.

It’s like I am stripped of 

what works for me. 

I am stuck in your world.

Void of ideas of how to get to my reality.

I know you say we could 

sit and talk it through. 

But how many times have we tried to? 

You would say just a bit more 

time and we should be good!

But I am not good. 

I don’t know how to be with you again.

Like I’ve faded from what makes me sane.

Seeing you walk in everyday-

I badly hurt! 

Baby, maybe we should sit! 

Oh I forgot how to call you mine.

I see no point in it.

You have a life better than mine.

A part of me hates you for that.

Like you stole what was mine.

I am justified. 

All I wanted was to be on a low.

Own my institute and a 

duplex I could call home.

You wanted bigger dreams 

I am not mad at you for it. 

But my dreams had to die for yours to live.  

Up until now, I can’t get my mind of it. 

You could have had yours

and I could have had mine. 

It could have been a great 

way to live our lives. 

Something close to a happily ever after. 

But now, I am left in wonder.

Looking for a way out 

Hating to joy we don’t have.

Wondering how to get my life back.

Hating you for taking all I could call mine.

I left my life behind for us; that hurts. 

My heart is leaving our love behind; that’s worse.