Better on my own
The
door to love is closed
And
it won't be opened to him again.
The
door to love is closed, to one person.
Time
after time I keep telling myself.
I'm
better off on my own, not pining for him.
It's
difficult to love someone.
Who
is never there when I need him.
One
who shows up to enjoy my achievement.
For
my light to be reflected on him.
I
don’t want that kind of love or friend.
I
question such actions again and again.
Choke
back tears for I know the answer.
I
don't want to be within reach of this person.
Console
myself by saying; I'm better off without him.
His
reason for avoiding me no longer matters.
I
see his ways as unloving.
Though
I've wondered many times, I’m letting go.
And
I'm through with wanting to know.
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