A letter to the one

A letter to the one

who loves me,

I would rather start

with my apology.

I'm not made for love 

and that's for sure,

No, it's not a disease 

that you can cure.

I know the past, 

we had were cotton candy,

But problem is I don't keep 

sweet words much handy.

It was selfish of me 

to hold onto my love,

And not confessing to you, 

that I was stucked.

And don’t even know 

about what to do?

It was selfish of me 

to not to give up.

I know you were 

tried of trying,

It hurts and you were 

sick of crying,

I'm selfish, impatient 

and little insecure.

I made mistakes, 

and went out of control

I used to think in losing you, 

I'd lose part of me too,

But slowly I became someone 

my heart no longer knew,

No one can help 

unless they see the pain

The strom of feelings 

is hard to explain

Then one day something happened, 

I dropped what I had once held dear,

It made my soul lighter 

and eyes blurred with tear,

And it taught me that somethings 

aren't meant to last for long,

They arrive to teach you lessons 

and then continue on.