It was over. I said it was over.
But if that’s the reality, why does it still
Run through my mind like poison rushing
Through the veins of its victim.
Nightmares haunted me.
I used to dream of you in blissful rest,
But now I am awakened by sickening false encounters.
I don’t understand.
I found ways to blame you, to pinpoint
All your faults and prove that it wasn’t my fault,
And yet. . .
And yet I think of meeting with you again.
Yes, despite the hauntings and the pain that lingers on
I think of meeting with you once more.
Perhaps you’ve changed.
Perhaps it wasn’t your fault at all.
Perhaps it was my fault.
But when I voice my intentions, I am brought back to the reality
Of the pain that still torments me
And my broken heart.
You hurt me, after all.
As She Writes 