You will never know the relief I felt when you said you liked me too. With those words, you gave me hope. Even if it's 99% no and 1% yes, I was still hoping—because you said I had a chance.
And that is the most awful thing you could do to someone—you give them false hope. You make them believe in things that will never happen.
And if you thought you weren't hurting me that way, you're wrong. This hurt more than a rejection. Because it was a slow and painful ache, when you're hoping for something that will never come.
Please please please just let me go. I want to be free again.
And this is why I'm giving up on you.
YOU ARE READING
I Give Up
PoetryThis is the story of how you hurt me. It starts with you, and that girl who broke your heart. When she left, off you went-walking around, trying to figure things out. It starts with me, and that boy who broke mine. When he left, I lost all my color...
