In you I
found a home

When you left,
I found myself the
homeless victim of
a major disaster.

I called the Red Cross
but they refused
to send over a nurse.




I'm moving on. Not over her, but well on the way. She cannot make me cry. Songs that remind me of her have no power over me anymore. I can sing "Chasing Cars" and "The Luckiest" with the best of them. She left me at the wrong time. I fucked up, yes, but I'm healing. Physically. Mentally. Old scars are disappearing, now covered by new, pink flesh. I am a more confident and powerful human being for all the pain I have suffered. I shall overcome. And I shall do it without her.

I miss you, but I do not need you.