Looking back on the letters I wrote,
Every line, poem, and note
Seems to be losing passion at a quick rate
And I'm afraid our relationship will soon meet the same fate.
I really don't want to make you the scapegoat
Because the last thing I want is for me to feel hate
For the man I've loved since the fourth grade.
It’s tragic how love can fade.
I know that I am part to blame
For what this love became,
And I am so afraid
That this problem will not be overcame.
So, if this is the end please know,
That you were an amazing beau.
I wish that I heard more from you,
But I'm sure you have complaints too.
These past few years we both did grow
And I've since learned you reap what you sow.
While that may be tried and true,
I really did, really love you.
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