Laying in bed thinking of one,
The one that would hold you tight,
The one that tells you how wonderful you are,
The one that you do anything for,
The one that you will die for,
The one that you stay up all night, just to say goodnight.

This man was a great man at times,
And now he’s a man from the past.
This man will never be loved as much as my love was for him.
This man is gone, and it hurts.
This man I left, but my hart stays.
This man was cold, but still so warm.
This man was hateful, but still so loving.
But this man was my man, the man I loved, the man I chose.

So why I ask, why does it hurt.
Why do I let it hurt, because I need the hurt.
To remind me of all the bad, instead of the man that I loved.
So I’m saying good bye my man.
Good bye is forever.
One day I pray, I find another to love, without all the hurt.

BY: Stephanie Fulkerson