Cruel Irony's blog: "My Original Poetry (copywritten please ask permission)"

Selfishly I held on to you when I knew I should let you go - your adoration a manna for my weakened soul it was easy to fall prey and leave the ache behind me for something more. How could I not see you drowning beneath my reservation or trembling under the soles of my feet? 

It's okay to hate me. (if it makes it easier)

I'm letting go

I'm letting YOU go

You are free now of me and I'll walk away into the distance refusing to look back.

Hope is a death sentence to a romantic and so I can give you none.

Fare thee well almost love there is but a whisper of you on my breath left.