Why do we do this?
I make excuses,
to pretend that it's not what it is.
You make excuses, to hide your guilt.
Like an unkempt flower,
This relationship has begun to wilt.
I need to let you go
You need to let me be
I'm sure that this is something we both see
I would have given up anything and everything for you,
You would have let me too.
You watched me sacrifice...
While you stayed within your lines,
I paid the price.
It's sad,
You never lost what you had...
I lost myself mentally,
I lost reality.
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Lost In My Thoughts
PoetryLove is a fickle mistress... As I go through this I want to write about it...I need some way to explain it...understand it and hopefully make sense of it all. Feel free to read and enjoy my mess of emotion