Better - Poem by Leigh Ladd
It's okay, you can be free.
It has to be better than suffering with me.
I gave you my love,
I wasn't enough.
I held out my hand,
I begged for your touch.
It's okay, you can leave.
It has to be better than bothering with me.
I gave you my heart,
I wasn't tough.
I let you in,
I called your bluff.
It's okay, you can go.
It has to be better than love no more.
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