She walked out on me two weeks ago, leaving me with a years’ worth of writing- a poem by David Elvis Gale
It influenced my confidence the whole time
Now occasionally have hopes and dreams
One minute I was high
Then felt always wrong
Thoughts become unnecessary until I’m further alone.
Alone in two places with higher expectations
The expectation to follow with unfair comparisons
Expectation to change
Of me and what I should have been
Inability and communication lost to fear, overreaction
Her plans never involved me.
Arguments often seem intentional
Providing the opportunity to continue to do what you like
I invested and the more difficult to become
No arrangement outside the relationship due causing a fuss.
I had to accept the rules unconditionally
Love was conditional
The Beautiful Space-