Mistake

I dreamed, I loved, I gave all that I had,

For what? For a person who loved me…

At the time.

Joy flutters in my heart when I glance at him,

Like something that is forbidden, but still thrilling,

But I made a mistake –

We changed, he changed and I changed,

I was crumbling to pieces,

Something wrenches at my heart,

Something about him is still crawling beneath my skin,

Love.

In the beginning I did not understand what it’s true

nature was,

How can I want him to be happy even if I cannot be

happy without him?

Why do I put his happiness before my own?

Is that not the opposite of human nature?

Survival of the self?

What could this force be?

Love.

We were closer than just friends,

But I made a mistake –

Now we are less than friends,

Yet I dare to hope.

I thought he would reveal his true nature through his

sweet, melodious voice, a voice that echoes through my head still,

But I made a mistake –

He did not speak a single word of the truth, although he

has the ability to do so,

He says one thing and sings another.

He sings the truth.

He did not choose her over me,

No, he chose someone strange, someone unknown – a

distraction so he is not forced to express his true self.

Now I hurt, an ache in my chest, a hole in the deepest part

of my being,

Yet I still love him,

Yet, the only thing I care about anymore is his happiness,

even if I cannot bring it to him.

But I made a mistake.