"If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, it's yours."
A phrase as old as time...
And by this understanding, by now, you should be mine.
I had to let you go before as if I had a choice, but so many thoughts plaguing my mind never made it to my voice.
So I lost you once willing to hurt to make you happy.
Occupied my time with many knowing they couldn't have me.
Because all of me belonged to you while you belonged to another.
Deciding to release my hold, but we made it back to eachother.
For fear of hurt or just rejection, I kept my feelings in my heart.
Our history began to reappear again your drifting seemed to start.
Unaware of how you hurt me everytime I see you unsure.
The question in my mind is how long can I endure..
I see you clinging to your past as you just neglect your present.
I could be your perfect woman, but you can't even respect my presence.