I have finally realized you will never love me, and that takes alot.
Through the tears and fears, I bloomed from the ground.
Into a person, a woman, with so much.
I will never wish hatred on you, and I will still check up on you.
I wish you well.
But sometimes the girl who loved you stays in my heart, a distant memory of who I used to be.
It pains me to know she is still waiting, waiting for the love you'll never show back.
So I push her down.
Sometimes she comes up, but I push her back down.
I'm realizing now.
I grew up, just a little.
Maybe one day I'll find the one.
One day it'll be my turn.
I'm sorry to say this but,
I've finally let you go.
