Why Kid Myself?

I believe we all feel like this at least once in our life. Somewhere along the way we get heartbroken, and wonder why we did.

You never meant

a thing to me.

Why then, does

your memory berate

me?

I wish I

had amnesia,

for mementos

of the past,

love to ambush me.

They pick through

the rubble of my mind.

Recounting each and every

time we were together.

Making me hate myself

for ever loving you.

Why, oh why,

did we ever

have to meet?

Why did you leave me?

Why do I kid myself?

You meant everything

to me.

©2-10-2015 by Ashley Nicole Nordyke