You

The strong wind took away my anger, frustration, pain
And the rains brought back to life to my old friends; happiness and bliss.
O how I pity my old self,
Pity myself for being so naive,
Pity myself for dreaming
Because dreams shatter
And the splinters hurt worse than pieces of broken glass
Pity myself for confusing my dreams with reality
Because a thin line divides the two
And confused, I got too.
Pity myself because I forgot to live, love on my own terms.
Too young, to naive.
Too caught up in this web of lies, ignorance and hatred.
Do I still long you? Yes.
Does my heart still belong with you? No.
I now stand
With pity in my heart
But a smile on my face.
A smile that you can never erase.