It takes all I have in me not to break down crying.
The hope that kept me going has died, and I can feel my fire burning out.
I thought I would handle losing you with grace.
The truth is I want you to be happy, with all my heart.
But I can’t pretend that it isn’t killing me to see that it’s her who makes you happy.
I guess I thought that if I could feel so much for you that maybe, you might feel something back.
I was wrong.
Whenever I stumbled you’d be there to pick me up.
Now that you’ve let go, I’m lost.