I\'m filled with a grief that is so overpowering,
that my mind does not know what to do with itself.
It\'s a pain beyond many others\' understanding,
but our love must end.
It\'s attached with a numbness that renders me unable to explain how I feel;
I feel everything and nothing simultaneously.
There are a million devastating words I want to say to you,
but I can\'t face putting them together because they construct the reality,
the foundation of my worst fear;
that we\'re not meant to be.
How badly I want you to tell me you\'ll change for me;
that I\'m the only one for you.
To make me believe I\'m as perfect as you tell me I am,
but you can\'t because you\'d rather have 100 pennies than a £1 coin,
and we\'re not meant to be.
I torture myself with wasteful thoughts of what we could have been,
are you simply a lesson best learned the hard way?
\'Meant to be\'! what a ridiculous phrase.
I\'ve lived my life so far, reassuring myself with those words,
but we are not meant to be.
You\'ve helped me see that I choose what is mean to be.
The stars don\'t have it laid out for me and I\'m not following a script, unaware.
Destiny once brought me great comfort,
but it\'s only made me cling onto you and the empty promises you gave me.
If you have to consider if I am enough for you then I am not,
and we are not to be.