How do you let go of someone you love

when that someone is a master manipulator of anticipation and

every other word they say sounds like

I love…

trees or

I love…


And I know this so I keep asking myself

What have they shown me?

What have they shown me?

Nothing in this world comes easy or free

unless whats being given and received is me.

You were a surgeon of hearts

I couldn’t even tell we were drifting apart.