Figure Eight

I was so sure

Why was I so sure

Thought I’d finally

Found a cure

This time last year

Guilt coated fear

Took everything I had

Not to shed another tear

Love, you lose

Live, you lie

How will I find you

If I’m trapped inside

Nothing worth a chase

I’m just finding my place

So take back your space

I never wanted it anyway

I always felt

It should look more

Like a figure eight

But I got it wrong

For far too long

Now it’s too late

Or maybe just

That some things

Are worth a wait

I will not

Play with fate

And I will

Make my way

Starting today