We’ve Lost Count

I tend to love a little too much a little too often,

but when my love ends—

you will know.

You will remember how gentle I was with you.

And in empty days you have, you will be reminded of my consistency to you.

The consistency I never asked for from you nor attained, but deserve.

And when my love ends, you will know.

You will feel that inevitable distance I keep

Then, you will have truly lost me.

And when my love ends, trust me—it wasn’t because of lack of love,

but rather lack of having that love reciprocated.

You see, this last year has been a battle of endurance—endurance to see how long I hurt myself trying to give you my love.

And yes, it is true, I’m stubborn—

I don’t give up easily on love,

but when I do, I don’t tend to go back.

I tend to fall in love easily and out of love hard,

so giving up on my love for you was tough.

Especially since I held it so close—never wanted to let go, but all things come and go.

So pardon these thoughts, but I probably wasn’t meant for you.