Acceptance

I’ve been here before, these feelings aren’t new,
but their hurt gets forgotten, when love is this true.

It feels like desertion, it feels like he’s won.

My thoughts are repressive, you need freedom to run.

I know my emotion, is carried too strong,

the blame that I gave you, was mine all along.

I’d welcome a message, to say you’re okay,

but know that your focus, is elsewhere today.

I’m really quite selfish, to want you this much,

because if he makes you happy, I’m well out of touch.

I can’t wait to see you, and hear all your news,

my happiness tinged, with these full jealous blues.

If feelings were people, we’d say they should be

carefree and happy; right now that’s not me.
I’ve got to suppress them, I know how to act,

with time they’ll diminish, in my silent self pact.

If time’s a great healer, my thoughts they can rest,

because changing your feelings, is futile at best.