a little poety but truth

Taking a breath as I heard the hard truth. My sins where coming out as if tears where coming down my face. Hearing every word coming out my mothers mouth, I didn't want to tell her that I'm in love with someone I'm unsure who loves me anymore. Questioning my actions as I take each breath trying not to remember the past. My sacrifices I made for us. 

   Each step she took toward powerful words, I cried inside silently wanting to defend myself but I couldn't, she was telling the truth.
  Have I been blinded so long that he fold me again?
Do I want this to work? 
  Then I start to question what is love and is it suppose to hurt?
 I can't seem to understand why he won't tell me things even if it hurts.  I let him pass me by like it's ok and he will call me but he never does. 

  Looking back at myself in the mirror, taking a deep breath I realize this is it. You do you. Don't take a step back. Don't worry about the little things but go forward. You are still here for a reason. You are doing your best and things will get better. patients is the key I tell myself.

  Disconnecting myself from him as I do me as well. I need to focus too. 

sadness will fade away