It took only one moment,
frozen in time,
for me to feel
like he would be mine.

Days went by
and we grew close.
He was a drug;
a near lethal dose.

We soon fell in love.
It didn’t take time.
I could feel in my heart
that he would be mine.

But I’d started to change.
Not much of it was good.
Seems everyone saw something
that I never could.

Yet I accepted the “sorry”s
and I forgave,
but I was dull to expect
that he would behave.

I slowly began
to see his design.
I thought he would change.
I thought he was mine.

But he kissed someone else;
her name started with T.
He still tried to lie
as I tried to leave.

He says he feels bad,
but I’ve almost moved on.
He’s not the person
my mood relies on.

He’s messed up and hurt.
I’m doing just fine.
Now I’ve left, and I see:
he seems stuck as mine.