He told me he loved me,
But he still left and I find myself
crawling back to him everytime.
I'm not sure if its because he's the only guy who was there during my depression
and chose to stay,
I find myself staying up late at night wondering if
he is thinking about me too.
Sometimes I wanna pick up the phone and call him,
Call him crazy for ever leaving me and not looking back
I am still bitter,
still hurt at the way he promised me forever
only to find out that forever was a year.
I resent him for making me break down my walls for him
and letting him see the version of me that i kept out from the world, but as much as i hate him,
I still hope that someday he will come back.

© Mbali P Nyabane