At First

At first you feel like crying

and beg God to dry your tears

You sit and reminisce

of all the good times

You stare at him across the empty spaces

and block that you still care

But you're still in love with the way

he runs his fingers through his hair

And when you're sick of crying

but you know you feel the same

You might stop feeling miserable

and instead hand him the blame

You'll tell him that you hate him

he'll have nothing left to say

You finally think it's over

and that this must be the end

But then one day your heart stops

as he holds his new girlfriend

And you force yourself to realize

that in time you'll be okay

And the feelings that you felt at first

will slowly fade away. . . .