Only shooting stars break the mold.
For the longest time, I was mad at you —
I spent all my energy blaming you, rebuking you —
until today, when finally I looked upon my hurt and my pain
and faced the burden leaving my spirit heavy laden:
I loved you.
You didn’t love me.
In choosing to love you, I gave up everything.
I hurled myself at you full force, and instead of learning from my fall
I popped back up, resilient as ever
winding up the catapult, still ready to give it another shot
Hitting that wall time and again
I humbly left myself at your feet.
I accept the loss, though not defeat.
This time, I’m doing something for me
Letting. you. go.