I’m letting you go.

When the last of our breaths is breathed

and the last touch of our lips meet,

I’ll let you go.

When the last of your warmth leaves my skin

and the feel of your words linger long enough for me to believe,

I’ll let you go.

I used you,

and I’m sorry for that.

I fell for you

and I guess its something I’ll be ashamed of

because I shouldn’t have loved you

when you said you longed to be loved.

You came, and I took every bit of you

but you wanted someone else.

You said you deserve no one,

that you aren’t perfect,

that no one would dare to have you,

but I would.

You’re not perfect but you’re who I want.

I’ll always regret the chances I missed

when I should’ve told you what I feel.

And I’ll always remember you,

your words, your smile,

and your kind, patient heart.

And I’ll always remember the version of me

who wanted you, so clueless and demanding.

I’m letting you go,

you found someone else

and I hate sharing people.

I’m letting you go,

your part in my story is over.

I’m letting you go,

because you came to teach how to let go,

and you’re a hard lesson I’ll never forget.

I’m letting you go,

because I lied to you too,

I fell deeply, madly, in love with you.

—things you’ll never know but I wish you would