He Loved her more than I could





He loved her more than I could,
He took away the pain I put,
He embraced the scars from my blows,
He made her glow again,
Just like the beauty she was,
I take fault for my mistakes,
For the nights I made her cry,
For the mornings I didn’t remind her she was amazing,
I am guilty for not been the man I should have,
For not calling her day by day,
For not loving her right,
For not embracing her tight,
For the days I didn’t remind her she was my all,
The promises I broke,
The pain I caused,
The vows I didn’t keep,
I regret every minute I didn’t appreciate her,
The times I treated her as though she was ordinary,
The days I wiped off her smile,
Bruised her heart,
Walked out on her,
It took losing her to see how hurt she was,
How sad her eyes spoke,
But how much she was dear to me,
I wish she could see the regret in my eyes,
Or weigh the weight of my apology,
And the love I still feel,
I wish we could start again , but am not her better man
She deserves him,
A better man,
A man after her smile,
After her joy,
A man whose not me.

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