All Too Well

You will remember this moment all too well  
As I stood in front of you like the pouring
Rain, but you did not catch me as I fell.
 
The truth is that you were not soaring
Or flying to rescue me from the pain
I felt in my bones. You were not restoring
 
My faith in love as in the falling rain
You were not holding my lifeless frame.
You did everything you could to stain  
 
My reputation that along with my name
Was tarnished and torn apart. You will
Think that this was all just a game  
 
To forget about your trauma but I still
Thought it was real and magical. You
Put me back together in order to fill
 
Me with promises and the truth only to  
Tear it all down… making me feel like I
Was the punchline. The color blue  
 
Used to be my favorite but you will try
To make it feel dirty and ugly. I hope
That you will know that the tears I cried
 
Over the years have nothing on the rope
You dropped so I was hanging on with
Nothing left as you grasp and grope
 
My hand in the darkness. I was not a myth
Or fiction as I was a real person with a real
Pulse. You could have been a wordsmith
 
With your hands on me. You made me feel
Something other empty or alone. In that  
One fleeting moment I was able to heal
 
And tried to move on with my life. I was flat
And lifeless without any room in my heart
For anyone, but somehow you came to bat
 
For a spot, knowing you had a head start
Above everyone else. My guard was up. It  
Was clear that you were going to dart
 
Away without a trace. I was not going to fit
In your arms like old times. You were not
Going to find someone to enjoy the sunlit
 
Front porch with as you claimed you forgot  
All about your past. You will be forever
Untangling and unraveling that one knot
 
That kept us in a bind. Now you endeavor  
The pain I once held onto and you will lay
There awake wondering how you sever
 
Something that gave you life too. You play  
Me for a fool, but I know I will never give
You a chance to make me feel like a gray
 
Sky for yours to turn blue. I will forgive
You, but do not think that for one minute
What you did will ever outrun or will outlive
 
The truth you are living in. I am en route
To becoming a better person without  
You to drag me down, standing resolute  
 
Against those who are daring to ask about
You, but sometimes all I can think about is
You with sharp edges. I was the drought  
 
As you were the rain. The truth is I was his
And he was mine whenever they ask, but
Now everything sits like the leftover fizz,
 
Just waiting for the next chapter. The rut
You got me in is behind me because I am
Not looking back and dusting off the smut.