Letting Myself Go And Loving You


Loving you was an indulgence
Of a certain type of sadness
I let myself go
Basked in my weakness
Naively assuming that you would still love me
Through it all

After all, you said
We should be all or nothing

Perhaps I let myself go
A little too much, too soon That I exhausted you
So much
& You chose to leave

While I’m left to pick up the pieces
I’ve strewn all over.