The Recovery

It all started when I had enough.
Dealing with you got way too rough.
So I started a plan, a routine, more a recovery.
This is not the time to care, do like you've done before, and don't worry about me.
So step one starts with slowly
pushing you out of my life.
Keeping you here is like stabbing me with a knife.
Step two consists of getting rid of
our memories and putting our past behind.
This process getting harder good or bad you're always on my mind.
Easing this out wishing myself luck.
Daring you to come back and ruin all my hard work.
Don't you get it step three is over, done, out and long.
Forcing smiles though mourning tears will never be gone.
I know I'll never forget you,
but you got the hint and left me alone.
I know it's a mistake, and I've accomplished my greatest wrong.

I'll miss you forever and will wish you were here.
But it's better; we'll be stronger and smarter you'll see.
This won't be the end of me.
I'm finished; I'm done. I've succeeded; I've won.
I am lost;
that I'll admit but I'm glad i didn't quit.
This will all work out for me and you.
We'll survive just do what you do.
Living without you is something I'll get through;
Hopefully I do.