You reached out to me, broken.
Searching for healing at a wrong place;
never the right time.
 
You were asking all the right questions
but I never gave the right answers.
It wasn’t your fault.

When you busted through the door,
I never wanted for you to take me away.
I wanted my misery.
I was living my tragedy.

Oh, and when you made me feel
like I was enough to make you feel better.
I’d always wondered
if it was the game you liked to play.
 
I told my self to play better
as this was the game I hated to lose.
But was it really a game?
Because the lines had been blurred.
 
So I was terrified
when I saw how you looked at me from the rearview mirror.
It was the moment I knew.
But you were singing your perfect song for her…
 
I knew how you were,
how you needed to be loved,
how you longed to be cared for,
how you deserved to be valued.
 
But I didn’t deserve a broken man!
That I was certain, unbending, and unafraid.
I avowed it was never gonna be me
and I never regretted a thing –
even when it had been all the shades of blue.

Author: Mark Atong

If he is not taking advantage of his skills on full-time IT employment, he is going different places and hopefully making his mother proud. He believes writing is his passion; but it has yet to prove to pay his bills. He is a fun-loving individual who would rather stay at home reading books and catch-up on episodes of TV shows.

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