42. So glad for the boy that broke up with me

So glad for my boy that broke up with me,

we were two strangers when he met me
because I'll be thrilled when I meet a man,
hoping to find that person really afraid of losing me,

and to not to lose to me,
somebody waiting to be discovered,

somewhat sweet and old fashioned.

I'll stop severing bonds with everyone all in my head,
so faltering for a person so broken,
but something beautiful, someone mature of the age,
waiting for me at my doorstep,

wanting to adore as how you wanted,
hold on to him and not the past,
and then I started learning who I was.

So glad for my boy that broke up with me,
we were two strangers merely 18,
looking at you now I don't even find you attractive,
I hope you find your peace now that you have left me,

because I was not your prize or your trophy.

I really felt alone when I said it,

cried out, little being cared,

so immature, everything felt apart,

chaffed at my feelings,

and then the days passed,
I became a ball of criticism but never what I wished for

my boy was a stranger.

So glad for the boy that broke up with me at 19,
we were two strangers when he met me,
If it hurts my heart then why do we keep it on,
wished you wouldn't have denigrated my friends in my world you just happened to be a small part of.
maybe for once you should think about losing me too,
better off in your life from a distance
or maybe never again in this lifetime,

I'll finally forgive because I'll finally forget being eighteen with you.

So glad for the boy that broke up with me,
I never was the person who I became to be.