I'm not ready yet,
I know sooner or later I have to
But I can't do it, I know longer have the courage that used to be.
She grew a part of me.
Became the best part of me.
Everything about her, it's what makes her different from the rest.
The way she took care of me,
The way I knew she loves me,
The way she stares at me,
The way I knew she only wanted me,
The way she is..
She more than precious,
I'm certainly not the deserving one,
She deserves the world not torture that I bring.
My days are numbered I'm certain of that, I just hope it's enough time for her to realise I'm not the one.
Its not her fault,
she is more than enough
It's me who cannot give her everything.
I'm not the man that she once dreamt of.
One thing
i want to her to know before it's too late.
That I do indeed loved her so much.
I know it won't mean a lot by then
but thank you.
YOU ARE READING
that's Y I wrote iT.
PoetryDrink up~ the loneliness. Broken.~ Crushed.~ Shattered.~ Torn.~ Explore my deepest.. We have to lose grip and lose ourselves to realise things, accept the changes even if it takes someone so precious to let go and break you in pieces I remember bei...