We met at day time,

We sat under the tall green canopy.

I held your hand in mine,

This was meant to be.

I spent two years in a strange land,

With you and with me.

How did things become so dangerous?

It was still meant to be.

I was controlled.

I was manipulated.

I was hurt.

It was still meant to be.

I forgave you,

You forgave me.

This is how it should be.

But the skeletons you threw into the closet still haunted me.

They never haunted you,

You had blood on your hands.

They have always haunted me,

In my mind,

In my dreams.

Will this ever be over?

I've had enough,

I hate it when you're not sober.

Now you're gone,

You've left me here.

A mess.

You didn't even bother to clean up;

It hurts my chest.

That was not meant to be.

That is not how it should be.

Just leave me alone,

Leave me with this grief.