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