More for Myself

More for Myself

I ask myself, am I over you?

The answer comes — it feels so true.

But still I miss the way it was,

The silent smiles, the midnight buzz.

I miss the talks, the careless sway,

The way you almost made me stay.

Yet in the haze, the truth appears —

The hurt you caused, the wasted tears.

I wish I'd stood a little tall,

I wish I'd caught myself mid-fall.

I gave you love, I gave you light,

While losing pieces every night.

And now I know, through all the ache,

I bent too much, I let things break.

I should have held my heart with care,

Should've loved myself somewhere there.

So yes, I miss you, that's still real,

But missing you won’t help me heal.

For in your hands, I lost my way —

I’m finding it again today.

–Rachel Dcruz