Contemplations

I feel like I wasted your time
Like I was nothing but a nuisance
After the good thing was gone
Because all good things must come to an end
I wonder who came up with that
Probably someone who used to have a good thing
Someone who had someone to make them feel special
And then it was gone
Questionable friendship is all that is left
Maybe this is the awkwardness they all talk of
Looking into your eyes and seeing what used to be
Wishing it was still there
Wishing it was still here
But feeling like you were the only one wishing
Mama told me everything would be ok
And time heals all wounds but
I’m not so sure
So I take a deep breath
Let out all the air
And Live