“… but I really do love you”, she adds
like she knows I’ve started to doubt
the sincerity of her words,
the power of her promise,
the meaning of her love.
“… I promise, this time I will”, she insists
like she knows that a promise from her
is like a hollow echo in my head
repeating: I will …, this time …,
definitely… , maybe… , we should… , I can’t…
“… please don’t be mad”, she asks
hoping to keep me hanging around
just a bit longer on her
coat tails, just to have one
person there for her when she falls.
but I can’t hold on any longer.
my sadness had made me weak.
all of the broken promises have drained me
knowing what I really mean to her.
I just have to let her go.
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