Starry Nights & Budding Flowers

That's not love

Crushing me isn't loving me.

Completely and utterly crushing me, isn't love. 

Lying to me, isn't love.

Helping me up, and then pushing me down again, isn't love. 

Telling me your here for me and then not doing that, isn't love.

Talking bad about me, isn't love

Using me for things you want, isn't love.

Allowing me to believe that you loved me, isn't love.

None of these things are love, but you still continue to do them. You still continue to hurt me, you still continue to believe you are doing good, when you are really destroying me. You still, continue to lie to yourself and me. You still continue to drag me down with you.

But I will not allow you to take me down again, I will rise and stand for a final time. And this time, no matter how hard you pull, I will not fall. I will stand with you, stand by you. But, that does not give you the right to drag me down to participate in your demise, you will self-destruct. And I will not be there. 

Letting go of you is a hard task, but holding on is even harder. Holding onto you is destroying me, and I am destroyed enough. I am done being chipped and torn apart by you, you have taken enough of me. 

I will allow you to put me back together and I can help you as well. But God help me if I let you destroy me again, or anyone else. This is the end of your reign. 

I love you, but I'm letting go.