I didn't hate the one I held so dear,
But your love for me just wasn't clear.
You let me go, without a sigh,
No feeling touched you, watching me fly.
It hurts me still, this very day,
I miss what was, come what may.
But I know well, it means to you
Nothing at all, my heart so blue.
So what then, is the greater ache?
To feel such pain, as love forsakes.
To know my love, though strong and true,
Was never quite enough for you.
I forgot what loving truly meant,
Only to learn, when all was rent,
That love is caring, deep and wide,
Even if in your heart, I cannot reside.
And worse, to live, forever bound,
By knowing I'll never again be found
As "enough," in any heart or mind,
A broken piece, left far behind.
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