Spring Time Is Over Now
Love, like the grass, is strongest where you tend to it.For better or for worse
One-sided love is a curse
"It's not like I stopped loving you -
You're just not getting better."
What storm can love not weather?
This hollow, once a blooming heather
Keeps dying and she won't get better
Life is made up of hills and valleys -
And I don't think I can get lower than this...
To have loved like I loved...
and missed.
"I love you and I'm sorry -
I just can't do this. I can't be *this* for you."
"I never asked you to...
Do you think that I love you so little, that there is anything you could ask of me that I wouldn't give you?
If this isn't it - if the girl you're meant to be with isn't me -
How could I keep you from being happy?"
And the valley flooded.
The heather dried and died so slowly.
And while the well-spring never stopped flowing, no flowers bloomed.
A great shame it was
To have loved as I have loved
and to know that it wasn't enough.
That silence doesn't equate to agreement.
That trust really ought to be earned, and not so freely given.
That love may endure, but his didn't.
Choosing wrong -
It means losing.
Light.
Time.
Faith that there is someone out there for me.
Choosing wrong meant I had to die a million deaths to be reborn the girl who doesn't love that boy anymore.
Where she once lived, now there is this melancholy.
This recognition of loss.
This remembrance, this notion of "never again"
And that failure to see what I couldn't
To not know until I did
It is not my fault that he lied.
That - after years - my disability was a deal-breaker
That as soon as my body couldn't provide the convenience to which he had grown accustomed or to which he had hoped I would rise
or match his capital
- he ended it -
And so,
I must come to terms
that it was me
- I -
was the one who loved one sided
and not in reality.
I will never need such "love" again.
Words by Sarah Parnes
Written on 2026-04-04 at 02:20
Tags Love Melancholy Spring
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