It's Over Poem by Blaire White

I lost him
Or well i am
My baby, my light
Fell away from my hand
From my grip so when you fell
I could not catch
When you dropped to the deepest darkest depths of hell
And it was all my fault
But you still decided to stay
So we tried to speak
We spoke everyday
Till he met another girl
Another lady
They were just friends
And they hit it off just like that
But the thing was
After they became friends
He never came back
Of course there were those small moments
When he'd blow kisses up from hell
But eventually he realized he should probably begin his farewell
To me of course
Because he was happier without me
If only i had caught your hand
Because you were my Light, my baby