Things had
not been the same
in a long time
but I was so scared
to lose him
thatI held on
I overlooked things
I shouldn't have
pretending things were okay
I knew what was coming
but I wasn't ready
not yet
because how could I let go of him?
It led me to accepting things
I didn't deserve
until I realized
what I was trying
so hard to ignore
my heart was breaking anyway
because I was being
half loved
I knew what it felt like
to have his full heart
this wasn't it
this love was empty and ugly
full of half promises
until I finally got the courage
to ask the questions
I was petrified of
getting the answers to
leading me to accept that
I would rather not have him at all
then for him to love me
with half of his heart
because
that's even more heartbreaking
than not having him at all
