Quincy Mary Learns to Write

Losing Grip

Heartaches? Pain? Treated me as an option?

I don't know if it's slaughter me,

Or making me tougher;

Because this is harder than I thought.

I desired to make it work.

I tried everything to fix it up.

It pains me to say "Goodbye".

Thus, I wanted every untruth to be true.

I believed onto a diminutive faith in you.

I looked at you in the eyes.

I saw the man,

Which gave me moments of hope. It is you.

Unexpectedly, you broke my heart.

I was the one to ask for forgiveness.

I couldn't keep loving you.

Because I knew I deserve more than this.

You broke my heart.

Who wanted to understand your world,

And be a part of it.

But you pushed me away like my love was burden.

It was not just falling in love with you.

It was falling into a murky hole.

Every time I'd grasp for your hand,

You pull me up a little just to let me go.

I am tired playing this game.

I know it will kill me in the end.

I want you to love me, and only me.

Because I chose you to give my best to.

I forgave you.

I refused to live with hate.

We were an inconvenient love story.

But a love story stay the least.

Dear, we didn't deserve each other.

You didn't deserve my love.

You didn't deserve me.

For I deserve so much more.

One day, you will understand,

What you had for long,

Afterward not having it.

So I'm letting you go of the past I formerly loved.