You.

This poem describes the calm, nurturing feelings that took over me when I realized that my once lover needed my help and not just my love.

I'm sorry that i put you through hell

maybe one of these days you'll begin to tell

that the only thing that really matters is you

and not all the bad days that we've been through 

 

It isn't you, to me, that i'm saying baby

it's you to yourself, it's you who you need. 

If you can't understand 

Why what matters to me is me

get a check on reality

maybe you'll begin to see

 

I've been through it all

the rise and the fall

no matter who leaves me standing here

it will always be me

standing

i'm the only one who'll make me persevere. 

You're the only one who makes you exist here.   

 

I'm sorry that I put you through hell, 

but maybe one of these days we'll begin to tell

no one out there could do better for us

no one else could hold you up because

You reciprocate your own weight

And yeah, you put me through hell.

But i'll always be here to tell

When your hell becomes before the light

I will stay up with you and make it right

and this life is not a perception of time

but when our time runs out

I just hope you see

the good times weigh out all the bad.

No matter what you put me through 

I have always been glad

To shed perspective on this drying life

To open your senses to this flowing light

To be a calm throughout all of this storm

To be a nurturer, if not just something warm

To bear your impulse deep inside

I'm not afraid

We'll be alright 

I knew I was gonna put you through hell 

But i hope my heaven was bright enough until

You could stand to walk on your own two feet 

Away from confusion 

Away from defeat 

To walk away, 

a nice retreat.