Poetry of the soul

Let him go

Maybe I'm just too hard to love
Maybe I asked for too much.
I know that's not true,
But I still long for his touch.

So I will be the problem,
I'll take the blame.
I'd rather you hate me,
Then continue to play these games .

I used to believe love was showing up,
No matter what may happen.
Unconditional love,
Not one you feel trapped in.

I simply asked for some balance.
I simply asked him for space.
To be able to live our own lives,
He spoke like I was getting replaced.

We never agreed on a single thing,
I was too tired to fight.
It wasn't that serious to him,
As a woman I hate to admit...
he was probably right.
Our wants and needs were never aligned,
We'd take one step forward,
And then take five steps behind.
He listened, but never understood
What's on my mind.
So why did I find myself hanging on all the time.

How can I love someone so deeply,
And still know they're not the one.
Who will eventually be my husband,
A father to my first born son.

I know that I will be happy someday,
But not with him.
I took the blame,
I let him win.