When Love isn't enough.
I loved you, I loved you openly, with every inch of my heart. There wasn't a part of myself or a dark crevice inside of my soul that I hid from you. I laid myself before love's sacred fire and I didn't shy away from the searing heat. I fought for you until I had no strength left, until well beyond that. I was perfect for you. I listened to you, I pushed you when you needed it, I picked you up out of the dirt when you were lying in it. I would have given my life to save yours. Sometimes I think I still would. I accepted every dark beast and passenger inside of you. Some days you hurt me, but love is sometimes a battlefield, and if you only wish to enjoy love's pleasure and not loves pain, then love is not a battle you're meant for. I loved everything that you are, were, and were going to be. You said I was the kindest person you ever met, that if I broke my arm and you stubbed your toe, I'd be right there trying to put the band-aid on with one hand. That no matter how bad of a day I had, I'd do what I could to make yours incrementally better. That I was so intelligent and beautiful, and you never met anyone you were more compatible with. You never met anyone who loved you better or more, and it killed you that you could never return that love. That it made you realize there was something deeply wrong inside of you, and because of that we couldn't be together.
You used to talk about all of these things, all of these futures together, holidays, weekends, traveling, moving to new york, kids, having a family together. I was ready to spend my whole life with you. You never had any real intention of spending any of those moments with me. I believe that you wanted them, but for the life of you, you could never bring yourself to do it.
Everyone who's ever met me knows my love flows powerfully and freely to those around me, the light produced from my soul was brighter than they'd seen. Why is it I draw people with such darkness inside of them?
I never intended to fix you, that wasn't my goal, I always knew you weren't ready for a relationship, but I knew you loved me as much as you could, and I knew I was patient. I thought I could wait you out. Thought I could wait for you to gain awareness and work on it yourself.
But you decided to work on it after me.
So how does it feel when you're perfect for someone, you give them all of you, and for the life of them they can't love you back? Someone you were ready to spend your whole life with and someone who in reality couldn't give you any of those things? There are no words.
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But tell me now, where was my fault
In loving you with my whole heart
You used to talk about all of these things, all of these futures together, holidays, weekends, traveling, moving to new york, kids, having a family together. I was ready to spend my whole life with you. You never had any real intention of spending any of those moments with me. I believe that you wanted them, but for the life of you, you could never bring yourself to do it.
Everyone who's ever met me knows my love flows powerfully and freely to those around me, the light produced from my soul was brighter than they'd seen. Why is it I draw people with such darkness inside of them?
I never intended to fix you, that wasn't my goal, I always knew you weren't ready for a relationship, but I knew you loved me as much as you could, and I knew I was patient. I thought I could wait you out. Thought I could wait for you to gain awareness and work on it yourself.
But you decided to work on it after me.
So how does it feel when you're perfect for someone, you give them all of you, and for the life of them they can't love you back? Someone you were ready to spend your whole life with and someone who in reality couldn't give you any of those things? There are no words.
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But tell me now, where was my fault
In loving you with my whole heart
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