I've written you many times:
poems
letters
messages.
I get none in return,
just empty promises.
How much longer do I have to hold on to the smallest things?
Love can only do so much.
I know,
I live in the past far too often.
I have a habit of holding grudges,
but what can I say,
it's genetic?
I can't let go of things that were said and done,
on your end- not mine.
I need something to make me forget.
I need a great love,
declaration of feelings.
Will that ever happen?