Just like any other relationship,
We started as cute and lovely couple.
We share the same happiness,
And concquered every storm.
And as a year passed by,
The word love is not a cliché.
It's an emotion and a choice,
To keep holding on.
It was the every smile you make,
That keeps me living.
The every kiss on my forehead,
That keeps me breathing.
It was each warm hugs,
That fixes every broken piece.
And it still was,
It still would ever be.
But I have grown to understand,
With each passing day.
A relationship takes two players,
In order to win.
It was a give and take,
Giving and receiving efforts to be treasured.
Not the endless fights, because we could not hear
The beating of each others heart.
And I know I still love you,
I love you more than so much.
And I cannot explain how much pain I am in,
Seeing that I could be treated like trash.
Knowing well you promised
To never treat me like that.
And even tho I'm in so much pain,
I can't give up to let go of your hand.
But everything has it's own limits,
And my effort and endurance,
Has come to it's nearing end,
I hope that you realized how much you've put me into
Before I will let go of your hand