The Butterfly Effect...




Growth, Transformation, and Freedom



Monday, May 29, 2017

Spring in New York

Your love reminds me of Spring in New York
One day it's hot,
One day lukewarm,
and then suddenly...
Ice cold
Your inconsistency I've come to expect
Learned to accept
Though I often regret
That I didn't prepare for it
That I knew it was coming around again
And still
I was there for it
Wanted to love you so bad
That I simply ignored it.
That I
Ignored me
Closed my eyes so that I couldn't see what i didn't want to see
Deaf ears because if I don't hear you walk away
Then I won't have to ask you to stay
I won't have to acknowledge
That
Your season in my life ended two Springs ago
And your April showers did not bring flowers in May
There's still nothing but clouds in my sky
Rain in the form of teardrops still fall from my eyes...
The bags beneath them carry the weight of the damage you've done
Of the pain that you leave behind
And I prayed to God asking for healing
But He told me healing only comes with time
So, for now
bags still weight heavy on my back
And my entire wardrobe
Is a mountain of black
Because I am mourning.
Mourning the me I used to be
Before your shortcomings
were blamed on me
Before your insecurities wore off on me
Before I fell in love with you
And somehow fell out of love with me.
How in the world did I get here?
Coming to California and losing myself
Was my greatest fear
And you told me
I had nothing to be afraid of.
No, there were no boogeyman under my bed...
The only monster was you.
And now,
The other monster is me!!
Because I won't let anyone get close to me
Close enough to hurt me
And it's killing me
Because I am so damn worthy
But so damn afraid
Your love reminds me of Spring in New York
Empty promises of warmth
And really,
I could liken your love to the coldest winter ever