I swallowed my pride,
I swallowed it whole.
I swallowed my defeat,
I swallowed my fall.
Ive come to realize it, and I realize it late.
That I had to let of you,
I had to let go of my hate.
That I had to forgive you,
though you started the fight.
And thats what I did,
admitted defeat and disapeared from sight.
I had to do it,
I had to set you free.
Before someone else gets hurt.
Someone.. Someone besides me.
So I guess its over,
all is said and done.
I lost the battle but it feels like Ive won.
Ive won back my dignity and its a strange feeling.
Because losing battles never felt this rewarding.