nomore.

when you get hurt by the one you're living for,

pain can make you want to love nomore.

if i ever was asked, "what did he teach you?"
i'll answer with, "to never give what i am unable to recieve."
i swore on the ground i walked on, on the clouds above that
i was going to marry this man.
but, it's not happening.
it's a zombied relationship. - conscious just simply dead.

i was selfless. he was selfish.
i was in love. he was in deep like.
i was vulnerable. he was shellproof.

i was so happy when i saw him.
i was so happy when i kissed him.
i was so happy when i hugged him.
when the "love" was good, it was magnificent.
i saw my life, in he was in it.

then it turned sour,
text messages came every eight hours.
phone calls wouldn't connect.
i love you's stopped.
he wanted to do his own thing.
questioning if he even wanted me there to begin with.

so many tears i've cried,
but all for nothing, i'm afraid to say.

because now, i just know.
loving him wasn't in my destiny. not my fate.
and once i can accept that, moving on won't be so hard.
first time a mistake happened, it was forgiven.
second time, he got use to me coming back.
third time, simply didn't give a fuck.
fourth time, she's gone and fed up.

... and he'll think,
did i just really let her go?

and when you's walk pass each other in the future,
he'll be the one looking back.
and you'll be looking to the side, at that man who was made JUST FOR your destiny.
patience is your own ally.
live with it, learn it, let him help you.

when you start using intransitive verbs such as was.
just give it on up now.

god bless.