All of me, was in love with thee

I have moved past those days,
But I can’t love like that again
A part of my heart resides with you still,
While the left over is joint together with stitches and tapes.
Weird is the world, that it knows
Not the broken heart, but how to mend bones.
Funny you are too, keeping with you others’ hearts,
Yet, couldn’t build one big enough from those broken parts.

All of me, was in love with thee,
My tears fell faster, so yours wouldn’t be lonely,
My lips smiled wide, to see your dimpled cheeks,
My eyes got stuck, on seeing your beauty,
But my mouth lost its voice, when you said you love me.
You did lie to me, and made me believe.

You made me believe, I wasn’t worthy,
You made me believe, I wasn’t deserving,
You made me believe, that I should be sorry,
When I didn’t have a reason to be.
For weeks I kept apologising, boosting your self-esteem,
Not listening to anyone, still letting you use me.
Until the day I realised, you aren’t worth my energy.

But, still, I can’t love that much again,
Whoever it’ll be, it will never be the same.
I’ll always be afraid to give that much of myself,
Scared they’ll get the control over my emotional health.
Now, I love less than I can,
Be farther than I should,
Take caution more than I need,
And, keep wishing, that its not secretly ruining.

Though now I come off as a more secure self,
That extra love I gave was supposed to be for me, myself.
And, in a conversation, I’m able to bring some confidence,
Which I’ve been accumulating with different experiences.
Some people move on, even I do,
After taking my time to learn the lessons.
You should be glad that I don’t want to settle the scores,
Wanting to undo the snap is not in my list anymore.

Thanks to you, I’m a happier person,
After miserable days, I found my passion.
Also found some truth about life,
And a fresh new perspective about where people’s intentions reside.
I’m happy for your success, if you got what you wanted,
But, I’m also waiting for your life to do a judo flip,
And throw you hard on the ground, telling you what you did.