You said I meant the world to you because I was the one person who had never given up. I was a name you hadn’t yet added to that list. You mistook that for love.
I will never give up on you; that’s the truth. I will never give up on the notion that one of these days you’ll find a way to be happy. But it will be with another girl in another land, far from here. I pray you never set foot on the soil I’ve tread.
I will give up on us. I will give up on the fantasies. I will never exist to you outside of your own self-interest and that’s okay. But that doesn’t mean I have to live with it. That doesn’t mean I have to stay.
I will never give up on you. I will give up on you, with me.
Written for a series of poems that will eventually be a finished chapbook.