Love
I loved him for his simplicity
And the way he never changed
The way he lived and acted much like a student
Despite being well into his 30's
But I loved him
He was the one that got away
But in reality, I'm the one who left
I ran when I should have stayed
I abandoned him
Whilst I cried out for a hand to hold
To pull me back to reality
His hand stretched for mine
But I didn't grab on.
Now I'm with another man
It's different and unfamiliar
Because he loves me differently
I should have expected it, I guess
For no-one could love me the way that I crave
The way I used to be loved
But I am still loved
Or rather, loved again.
The only issue now
Is for me to love myself
To be happy with who I am
For that is the most precious love of all
More than any other man could give
When I finally love myself
I shall be whole.