I will no longer try to turn you into the man you used to be,
when I wanted you, when I would've made you my all.
I could've done it all, ignored them all,
gave it all up.
That's how much I was willing to do for you.
When you were enough to me.
but you gave me bits and pieces, of the love she held
so tightly in the palm of her hand.
You were never mine, although, in my dreams,
you were always my own.
Why was I not enough to keep away all of your fears?
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