Learning to live, without loving you
You confessed your love for me so soon
Brought light into my dark seedy life
You had my heart, as the stars have the moon
But you've ripped it apart like paper to a knife
I cannot continue this path much longer
For my efforts are always dismissed
I'm weakening where you are stronger
I've been at my knees since we kissed
I beg of you to loosen your grip
Let me go and tend to my wounds
Your distant hand cut like a whip
And now there is nothing more I can do
My heart has expended it's last beat
I must learn to live, without loving you
Michelle
Tue 28th Apr 2015 10:08
I think I'm in a similar place to where you were when you wrote this. For me the "grip" is not his fault, and has been there no matter the distance or the time apart, the last line hits home to me - though I would type "must" in capitals, bold and underline it several times.