2 Sides

I find myself making excuses for you,
But I know I can’t.
I have to make myself see,
You’ve finally shown the truth to me.
You did it harsh and painful,
Cutting like a knife,
Before, in the end,
Tossing me out of your life.
But then I have to wonder,
Was that really you?
Was it that time after a few months,
Where you showed your colors true?
Or was this trauma triggers?
I’ve been there myself; you see.
I know how it can be.
Are we a little bit the same?
It doesn’t excuse the pain,
But it might help explain.
I always thought we were uniquely qualified together,
But maybe I should be knowing better.
Stuck between forcing myself to believe the worst,
And trusting my feelings,
Giving in to the urge to show patience & tolerance.
I sit here in the distance,
Pondering my feelings,
And trying to keep busy.
Honey, this is far from easy,
But I’m a pro at pulling through,
So I’ll just leave it up to you.