Love Poetry ✓

49.

I held out my hand to you,
& you grasped it,
without a wonder in mind.

I pulled you in
but you pushed me out.

Filling my head,
with nothing but doubt.

Again and again,
it seemed like we'd,
already been down this road.

You'd say hurtful things,
that'd make me want to cry.

Sometimes I wished it was easy
& that I didn't have to say —
goodbye.

I know you didn't love me —
But I wished you'd lied.

But it's too late,
And we're too young to know.

Which is why I had to —
give up on you,
I had to let you go.

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