He said with such ease 'I'm going, I've had enough'
He added, 'I don't love you, things have got tough'
I didn't cry, nope, wouldn't give him the satisfaction
I whispered, barely audible 'I still love you, you know?'
I added, 'It's hard, but, I'm not ready to let you go'
He didn't respond, he wouldn't face me for the rest of the conversation
And if this is what a breakup feels like,
I don't want to ever give away my heart to anybody else
Not ever, never.
I don't want to waste my affection, so tender and genuine
On somebody who is going to throw it back in my face, forcefully,
turn on their heels, and walk away.
It hurts, like a needle, pricking your heart.
It hurts, like a pounding headache after an enjoyable night out.
You need to understand, I don't need somebody to hold my hand
But I need support, comfort and love.
As if what I've given to you already, isn't enough.
He said, once again, 'I'm leaving, and that is that'
This time, I said, 'Fine then, off you go,
You ****'.
