I love you too much to let you watch me die…
And I can’t take the look on your face as I explain why.
So I write…
Write it all down and hope one day you’ll read it.
Maybe even understand why I couldn’t be what you needed.
I did try tho…
Actually…. I put up one hell of a fight,
But some games aren’t meant for you to win and that’s just a fact of life.
So many tears,
Wishing they could wash away the last few years,
Not for me but only for you
If only I could be more of a dream that never came true.
Because Living that dream allowed the creation of this nightmare,
And I can’t be your hero no matter how much I might care.
Is it better to let someone down or to not have known them at all?
Can you truly be happy while being forced to sit and watch me fall?
What a broken man looks like is not something I wanted you to learn from me,
But if I can’t help where I am there’s only one way to control what you see.
Unfortunately,
Sometimes to love is to leave.
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Author:
Bragee (
Online) - Published: January 29th, 2026 17:11
- Comment from author about the poem: This may or may not be finished but it’s as far as I could get before my heart could no longer hold the weight of the pen.
- Category: family
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