The ache of loving you remains
like a slow pulse dragging through my veins,
and each morning begins with a memory,
after dreaming of what could never be.
I've laid awake through the longest nights
hoping that wishing stars would make things right.

But, I now see with clearer eyes
that this love burns in an agonising sacrifice.
These hopes depart with my stinging tears,
that burn with hurt and then disappear,
and although a part of me will love you still,
I wanted to swallow this unhappy pill.
Just remember me as one who chose
to save herself by letting you go.

©️Lizzie Bevis