Well, what could I possibly do if you
no longer feels the same as before?
I can't make you love me again,
nor have me again because,
why would I settle into something forced
when all I gave was genuine from the start?
Well, it's not a waste, but I guess,
your love only lasted until you found out
how really troublesome my life is.
I would rather not call you a coward but,
maybe, you are. You should have told me
that your love is conditional— all times
should be happy times for it to lasts.
I ain't mad, though.
Just disappointed.
Yeah, perhaps I'm too much to handle
in bad times but at least, I could say,
you're just not up to something like
being there through the bad times and such.
I'm better off alone anyway.
Don't think I could never let you go.
©lca_xpmx
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