someday. . .
i will write about you too. . .

i underestimated the power
she had, has over me

i'm still reeling
still scared, still drained
i still keep thinking
that you too would leave
who could blame me?
they all do. . .
eventually they all do

and then i am empty again
i give so much and
they take so much more
i got used to it
i knew what to expect
but the last one really broke me
wide open, oh so open

i could barely even breathe. . .

just hang in there love
i am finally free of her
i am starting to trust again
and plan again and dream again. . .

one day i will write about you too

and it will be the greatest story i will ever tell
you will be the greatest story i will ever tell