I knew from the first day, that there would be a last. I knew there would be pain because we'd both dread the day when the present would pass. But I was pretty selfish; I couldn't walk away. I fell in love with a love that I knew couldn't stay. But one day, she met another like me. And although I wished for her to smile, I still wanted us to be. It already hurt to hear her trying to pronounce the name of another. But I knew if I went, she could be with someone else who would love her. I guess she found another lover.
I just want her to be happy. I want her to have something to grasp hold of before I let go. I will no longer hold her with my venomous grip. And as I realize this, my heart starts to sink in.
· Thu Aug 14, 2014 @ 09:26am · 0 Comments