She loves me, she loves me not
And I don't need to pick flower petals
To know that she never did
And never would

Would you do something to make me stay
If you felt like I was leaving?
But the real question is:
Would you even notice?

And I can't always fall apart every time you are near
Seeing your face and hearing your name
Should not always make me break down in tears
But it still hurts so much, there's too much pain
Although I try, it's just impossible to contain

I have never believed
That truly loving her means letting go
For loving is not about giving up
Or choosing to grant someone else to have the one you love

It is about staying no matter what
And ignoring all the pain that loving her bears
It is allowing her to repeatedly break your heart
Just to make sure that hers is whole

It is seeing the millions of reasons to leave
But relying on that one sense why you shouldn't
For loving her is enduring all the hurt
That she unknowingly causes

Loving her is wanting to wake up each day
Knowing that she's still yours, and you are hers
It is assuring her that you'll wait
Despite all her fears, and the difficulties in between

But I have never thought
That to love is something so much more
It is putting her happiness before yours
Even when she is, without you

And loving her, is seeing that you are taking away the chance
Of her being with another, and happier
For she constantly tries to love you in return
Even when she really doesn't

To love, is to be immensely selfless
Though seeing her with another would greatly hurt
Wanting to only keep her to yourself
Will not result to her content

For although you know that you love her too much
To even hurt her or think of letting go
Genuinely loving her
Is accepting that you are not the one
She loves