Addicted to the Past

There is no support group for me
No anonymous meetings to join
"Hi, I am addicted to loving the past"
Who would listen to me whine
I don't want to listen to myself
Hoping if I don't entertain the notions
The whole thing will blow away
Without a sympathetic companion
No one to see eye to eye with me
I'll just stay in this funk
A pit of confusion and yearning
Wanting what I can't ever take back
But knowing it is all a lie
I don't want to go back to him
A love so perfect, I dare say perfect
But riddled with pitfalls and traps
Set up by one another as tests
Not wanting the other to stray too far
Wanting sole control of the relationship
Too strong willed individuals
Brought together to early in life
So I am left here with the past
Not ever moving ahead of here
This spot from where I can see you
Standing with your future besides you
Hiding the emotions from an audience
But I see through you the two of you
We would employ the same tactics
Where is my solace to turn to
No new love to fill the void
Not even a temporary fix
Got to get you out of my head
Before I get lost myself in you again
It happened once and I freed myself
With no support group available to me
I guess if I helped myself once
I can do it again With help or not