The past holds a comfort still

The past holds my mistakes,
The past holds my regrets,
The past holds what might have been.
My past is a long and twisted road,
With hills that were mountains,
Mountains that were hills.
I had a love,
I had a life,
I had a friend.
I lost her,
I lost him,
I almost lost me.
I will make right my mistakes,
I will make right my pains,
I will never hold you again.
You broke me down,
You lied to me,
You laughed because it was fun.
With all this said I ask of you, please,
Why do I  want you still?
Why do I long feel you in touch and taste?
Why do I ache to you smile?
Gone now are you from me!
My heart laid in tatters and you laughed.
You laugh harder as I try and rebuild.
Will you still laugh when I say YOU LOST?!