I clung to you,
like the last petal
on my favorite flower.
I couldn't accept that
it was time for me
to walk away,
softly,
as if it was a secret
only I was supposed to know.
It was a sweet dream
that turned into a bitter nightmare,
and while I wanted you,
you wanted the idea of me,
and it'd be harder for you
to accept the full divine being of me
than it would be for me
to try to be everything for you.
It's okay now.
I loved you,
I still do.
And though I want the best for
myself,
I want even better for you.
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