A broken heart, can never break an iron will.
A love that never seems to fade, now blemished, does not end though tainted.

Do I break beneath the weight of lies?
Or do I bend and hope that truth will prevail?
No other love could surpass mine.
No other's shoulders bear this that I hold daily.

But can I stand to know that which I cannot stand to know?
But then can I stand not to?
Can I live with the knowledge that while cherished, nurtured, even loved,
I am not held true and only.

What is it that I cannot give, that another can?
What reality has warped that which we called our destiny?
Do I hold you too close, too strong?
Do I smother, when all I crave is to give love?

I am not a fighter, nor am I as weak and stupid as I am perceived.
I am a woman and I will be that which I have to be.
But I don't know how.
I just don't know how.


I'm sorry, I GIVE UP.

Labels: Hopelessly Devoted

I look at temptation right in the eye.
And then I make my own decision.
- Yulia McCutcheon

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