My last straw.
"Sometimes love isn't something you fight for; but something you let go of"
Heavy on this yet I chose to let go.
I can't love hard when I am in the dark,
When I am exhausted with my own expectations of someone.
But, this is the price that I pay for love.
I'm no longer interested in building a man.
I deserve somebody who actually cares,
Not just by words but willingly proving it through actions.
I know for a fact we women has been living our life showing a man how to love.
That shit is exhausting, right?
Well I am another exhibit that gave up on this program.
Gave up and giving up.
Matter of fact, I'm not going to find someone that is better than you,
Instead, someone that is better for me.
I know I don't deserve to wait for someone to change,
I know I don't deserve to be left hanging,
I know I don't deserve to be the second choice of everything.
I never gave up when it gets hard, I give up when it becomes draining enough to let go.
Because this isn't about perfection, it's about persistence.
And I see none of that in you.
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.
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If this is the kind of love you are giving me,
I'm not longing for it.
I seek a love that burns,
Not one that flickers and never warms my soul.
Farewell,
D.
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