Oh Well

I miss you something crazy at times like these,

You know, when I feel happy and free?

No one can quite change that like you,

All others have no interest in hurting me like you did.

When I’m crying, alone, on the floor, in the dark,

Then I know that I need not look for the culprit,

Because surely you’ll be the one with his boot on my head.

You’ll be there, bringing me to a place I know so well.

We made off into a world of love like thieves,

Not realizing just how quickly we would change into who we were meant to be.

Even when the abuse got bad, I didn’t want to acknowledge that it was true.

Have I forgiven myself for what I did?

When we broke up, I walked out into the world, sans your mark.

All along, you had been the culprit,

The one who left the damage in your stead,

But now I’m writing this, thinking, “Oh well”

Author's Note

Honest opinion?