July - After

It's been almost four months,
since the day you broke my heart.
Almost four months,
since the day we broke apart.

I thought that by now,
the feeling would be at ease.
But now that I'm here,
I still break down on my knees.

Some days it doesn't hurt
and that feeling is alseep.
Though today is not that day,
so I sit down and weep.

Four months ago,
life gave them a chance.
In glory they rose;
their love leaves them in trance.

That was supposed to be ours.
Ours to keep and to hold.
Something so precious,
and valuable as gold.
What we could've had
left my heart cold,
while fear eats me away,
and I can't help but stay
because despite all the pain
I don't see any other way.

For four months I have cried,
and I've yelled and I've tried.
I've tried to keep going,
I swear that I have,
but when progess arrives,
the feeling, it thrives.

I know I screwed up,
I know I said too much.
I feel like right now,
we stand on unstable grounds.
But at least in this way,
you'll understand how I felt,
when for another girl you left,
even though I wished you to stay.

Four months it has been.
Too long, too late.
I wish right it had been,
but maybe we just,
weren't meant to be.