Deep

Every time I wake up,
I hope that I am dreaming,
trying to believe
that somewhere our love still remains.

I told you the biggest problem would be me,
but you chose to continue trying to love me
until you finally came to your senses
and walked away.

You threw your hands up in the air,
giving up on me,
and I cannot blame that all on you...

yet I do.

We were both carrying too much baggage,
and I guess my insecurities were deeper
than my fear of losing you.

Deep down,
I knew I would end up losing you,
but still loving you.

Saffie
25

14/5/16