“I loved you, but I was never
meant to be kept.”
I loved you, but you decided what I needed to do with my life without asking for my thoughts. You appointed yourself as my savior — but I was capable of saving myself. But I still loved you anyway.
The problem is that you put yourself on that pedestal. And then you felt attacked when I used my voice, showed I still had feet to stand upon and a backbone that could withstand anything life threw at me.
So, you see, I loved you, but I was never meant to be kept.
And that was the death of us.
© Sarah Doughty
It takes two to make
If it’s one-sided,
odds are it won’t last.
Luckily, this was a hypothetical
that never came to pass for me.
Unfortunately, not everyone
can say the same.