Stop denying it
Dear love,
without you the fire dies.
No inspiration,
no happiness.
Without you,
part of me wants to die,
now,
tonight.
Part of me,
wants it to be an accident,
part of me wants you to see me,
to hold me,
love me.
But you love her.
Love her because she is ready,
to be in a committed relationship,
to be open,
to not keep it a secret.
Dear love of my life,
never forget what we had,
but I cant hold on much longer.
It is time for me to be happy again,
if that is without you,
then it is without you.
I will heal,
but in the end,
I want myself back.
I will be okay,
storms dont last forever.
From now on,
instead of dreaming about a future with you,
regretting the decisions I made,
wanting to change what can't be changed,
I will live in the moment.
Not year by year,
not month by month,
not day by day,
not hour by hour,
not even minute by minute.
But instead second by second,
I will be happy.
Becuase its the little things in life,
that build the big things,
gradual,
with more time,
making them even more extrodinary.
Love from, well you know who.
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