At what point will I stop loving you?

Will it be like sun setting after a long day?

Will the sun rise again for that matter?

Or maybe it will be like a match burning out.

Gone with only a wisp of smoke to remind that it was here.

Or will it be like getting struck by lightening

A flash, some searing pain, and then nothing?

I want to be ready

I want to be strong enough

I want to be strong

But what hurts to think

What burns my tongue to say

what I still can’t understand

Is why even now

After knowing you’ll never feel the same

After knowing I’ll never be good enough

After accepting that you aren’t good for me

I can’t stop loving you

And I don’t want to