Go.

I wanted to write;

That it didn't feel right.

I couldn't.

I knew it wasn't a doubt,

to begin with.

Maybe I took time;

Maybe I never did.

For awhile;

I did not know how.

To handle myself,

my shame,

my guilt.

The guilt of letting yourself wander

In someone else's arms.

I held none to it,

your promises.

They were bluffs

only I knew.

A small part of me hoped

That you'd prove me wrong.

But you didn't.

You didn't.

Now leave.

Let time heal,

And give its best to me.

While you, my love;

You stood there,

Watching over me.

When it was time,

You reached for my hands;

Said "you'll be fine"

And held me still.

This time,
I let myself believe.

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