Recovery is a long, slow process for my heart,
Day by day,
Hour after hour,
My heart gets stronger and I start to smile
I approach my work and classes with warm thoughts,
quiet unspoken blessings to God.
for giving me the strength to live to love again.
I believe that I'm ready to try again.
I do think of you.
Time to time and not as often as I used to.
......but I'm still in recovery,
I am 85% recovered but delicate
You see, I still listen to Smokey's "Quiet Storm"
and Nivea and R Kelly's "Touchin"
I still remember our late night conversations,
us Chi-city steppin and making love all night long
I love you baby still leaves traces in my mind
........... and inprints of pain in my heart
You're not making my recovery from you any easier
You still Instant Message.
You text message.
You never call.
You ask me personal questions and take trips down memory lane.
It annoys me but I'm scared to tell you to stop
I'm 85% certain that you'll get mad and never talk to me again.
It irritates me.
You have someone in your life now, why can't you leave me alone?
Let the past be the past.
All of these words, and so many more, lie on the tip of my tounge.
....but I can't say them.
I know that I never will.....
Because even though 85% has moved on,
that d*mn 15% still loves you.
Day by day,
Hour after hour,
My heart gets stronger and I start to smile
I approach my work and classes with warm thoughts,
quiet unspoken blessings to God.
for giving me the strength to live to love again.
I believe that I'm ready to try again.
I do think of you.
Time to time and not as often as I used to.
......but I'm still in recovery,
I am 85% recovered but delicate
You see, I still listen to Smokey's "Quiet Storm"
and Nivea and R Kelly's "Touchin"
I still remember our late night conversations,
us Chi-city steppin and making love all night long
I love you baby still leaves traces in my mind
........... and inprints of pain in my heart
You're not making my recovery from you any easier
You still Instant Message.
You text message.
You never call.
You ask me personal questions and take trips down memory lane.
It annoys me but I'm scared to tell you to stop
I'm 85% certain that you'll get mad and never talk to me again.
It irritates me.
You have someone in your life now, why can't you leave me alone?
Let the past be the past.
All of these words, and so many more, lie on the tip of my tounge.
....but I can't say them.
I know that I never will.....
Because even though 85% has moved on,
that d*mn 15% still loves you.
this 85% should be a 100% because it's all good swt flow on poet.
