alone. again. a reoccurring theme in my life. you would think i would be used to it by now, but i'm not.
it doen't get easier.
it doesn't get better.
it's a memory that doesn't dim.
you promised forever, and like a fool i believed you.
then you left. my heart was broken yet again.
no more petty hopes and dreams.
not for me.
now it's my time to step up and take the wheel.
my past was just a driving lesson.
this time i won't need to learn which petal is the gas and which is the brake.
this time i'm ready for the road.
it's not going to be easy but it's a life for learning.
it's my turn.