Here is a thing you should know. When love is true it doesn't need to be proven. It's just something you can feel. Like a vibe. A sudden burst of energy. Like a ray of sunshine, you feel the heat touch your skin. You just know it's there. She didn't have to prove to you. You know she cared. But the best part now is all the time and energy she put into you - Now it goes into her. Right where it should have been all along. She thanks the gods every day, The moon, and the stars - For showing her the way. The goddesses too, For leading her down a path - To where she'd never have to see you, Ever again in her life. She's happier than ever that she is not yours! And even more ecstatic that she's Not a wife. 2 Years. Two years ago today, She thought you'd be together forever. Two years ago today, she'd never forgotten your face. Now she can barely remember your name. The memory and pain, It haunts her - but not all the time. Her brain, it wants her; To Leave you Behind. Just like you did to her heart. She just doesn't understand why you even had to start. Some things are better left unanswered; Now she doesn't care if she will ever know. See. Despite any difficulties, Her life has improved drastically since you left. In fact, she said she feels Like she was saved from sudden death. She thinks of it as some sort of a "Divine Intervention" It's really that magical. She laughs out loud now if someone even mentions your name. Although she is still healing, she no longer has the feelings; Of her heart sinking deep into seas of anguish and misery. Chained down by an anchor of sorrow. She is Lied to, not anymore. Not her. She was relieved when you walked out the door. Your exit gave her a better tomorrow. And when you said goodbye, for the hundredth last time; That goodbye was the opening of the doors to her New Life.
I wrote this poem one night while laying on the couch. It was after a long day of work, and I was all alone with nothing but my thoughts. Being alone is not something that I’m really afraid of anymore. I think at one point, I may have been. Due to that fear, I put myself into some really ugly situations. If it wasn’t for those “situations”, this poem would not have been born. This just emphasizes my personal belief that most certainly everything happens for a reason.