You said things that were meant for me,
You told me things you don't give away for free.
Did we know that we weren't meant to last?
Did I think that you would be a part, of my past?
Things got too hard,
It hurt me too much.
I did not think we would ever,
end up such.
You broke me,
You tore me apart.
Yet I clung on,
Thinking we weren't meant to part.
But seasons changed,
And so did you.
And that's inevitable, but this much is true:
I wasn't meant to be with you.
So this is me, moving on,
To better things in store.
I guess I need to say this out loud:
I don't love you anymore.
I thought you were the one for me,
But I realised, I deserved better.
So this I give to you,
My final love letter.
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