I thought you'd grasp the weight I bear, The quiet truths I hoped you'd share. But now I see, with bitter grace, I misunderstood the time and place.
In the end, it seems I was wrong, A fleeting thought, a broken song. What I believed, a distant dream, Now fades into the silent stream.
It's hard when instincts and exhaustion collide, A war in my chest that I cannot hide. Sometimes, a break to reflect is the cure, To see what I want, and what I'm willing to endure. I'll trust my instincts, but give myself grace, Taking my time, finding my place.
What we had, I thought you'd know, But it seems I'm left to let it go.
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