Did you know?

Did you know what you were doing?
Did you know the heart you were breaking?
Did you know exactly how deep you were reaching?
To hurt and destroy and defile.

Tell me, honestly,
Did you know what that meant to me?

I hope to God, that you didn't.

Because the only one
who could do something like that,
is someone I'd like to forget

And now the question is whether I can forgive
something that will never be right,
can never be fixed,
never replaced.

you took a memory
you took a year, almost two.
you took my proudest moment,
the hardest move,
indecision, inspiration, and resolution

You took the air force, medical school,
my first triathlon, and a broken engagement
you took the raw emotion and first person moment
out of all of them.
you took those and you burned them.
you took those and threw them out.

The memory of a lost love,
criticism and indecision of a new
the realization of weakness,
the bad habits and the chance for reflection of growth.
you took those, and I will never have them back.

And what did you leave me?
nothing.

you left me looking over my shoulder
you left me afraid to forget
you left me at the edge of the biggest decision I thought I was making
when at the very moment I had offered you my heart
you revealed what you had done
and both of us saw who the other was

I didn't ask for anything.
And neither did you, but you took them
And, those were mine.

You didn't ask. You didn't ask me if those moments meant anything
You didn't ask if I would share those with you. You didn't ask if you could take that book.
And now it is gone, and you will never ask.

And what else did you take?
You took the freedom I felt when I wrote.
Now every word, is calculated for the day when maybe you'll look again
and maybe you'll take it again, and burn part of me.