Honest Confessions of Letting Go

I'm not sure how I feel about you. Still, uncertainty fills my heart and seeps through the cracks that you had been holding shut. The holes you had been pressing your fingers to have now been abandoned, everything I was seems to be slipping out. I'm on the borderline of desolation. Alone like the desert on its hottest day. the middle of the ocean with no way to swim to shore. You said I was beautiful. You said I was loved by everyone that I meet. You said you loved me. But you never aid I was enough. Enough for you to realize that you wanted to be with me. Beautiful enough for you to get lost in my eyes for so long that you never had the time to find someone else. So you found someone else. And I want to move on. And I want so hard to hate you. I never wanted someone to feel so hurt or feel so happy at the same time. And my eyes sometimes linger to the three pictures of you that I didn't have the strength to delete. When I try look away sometimes I think im just not trying hard enough.