I can't give you what you want anymore, I can't love you the way you need. The words on my lips will never ring as true as they did with him, I can hardly speak them without feeling that they are misdirected, misguided, I am. Waking up on the other side of the bed again, as far as possible from you with my mind wrapped around what once was and what no longer can be. I'll stop loving you only to need you to love me again, stop touching your face only to miss the stark difference between my rough fingertips and your skin. I've got nothing left to give but giving up, I've spent too much time forcing myself into spaces I do not fit into, molding myself into the clay of somebody else's dreams. I must move on, I must grow my own wings to spread. I'm sorry that I feel no remorse, I'm leaving now and never coming back, because you'll never be to me what he was, and I can't blame myself for not wanting to try any harder. I'd rather leave love in a memory than force it in a present nightmare. Fly safe, tonight.
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