Pick up your perfect picture

Mourn him all you want,
cry, shout and sob your eyes out,
hide your moody face or show it.
Send those desperate words of
love, or whatever you want to call
your vanity.
Annoy him, chase him away,
even though it's the last thing you want.
Mourn what you've lost.
Feel sorry for yourself for not having your way
or what you think your way is.

But then move on,
move far away from here,
and pick up that perfect picture of yours.
Before you lose much more than you bargained for.
Much more than you deserve.
More than you have ever given anyone.

What you want most,
is right in front of you.
Don't be stupid, silly cow.
What you lost, was never what you wanted.
What you have, is more than you can handle,
but keep it close, treasure it,
and you will learn to deserve it.
Eventually.

Live with your mistakes,
live with your guilt.
But don't live with the tears you want to shed.
They don't even exist in the light of the tears
that would spill across your face
if I came out of hiding.

For the last time:
learn or I will expose you.
Cut!