In this game of tug of war I pull this

Way your pull that. I Know that

It is really not about me winning but

About the fact that I must let you go

Out into the big bad world and make your way

I try hard not to pull, but I can not help myself

For to let you go means the meager existence that

I lived before you came along will be less that even that

I do not know how to be without you for you are all the good

Things that might have been me. How is one to let that go?

You think it is simple and easy, but how can that be it

Is like tearing out one's own heart and cutting it in half

Then throwing the other half away. Worse that a broken

Heart might as well not have one I will never be even the whole

Person I use to pretend to be. With your departure I realize

That I am nothing and without you I never have been.

I could attempt to tell you over and over and you will never

Truly understand what I am trying to convey to you. I should

Just stop for the more I tell you the more you pull away.

Thinking that I just don't understand. I truly do, but maybe in someway I don't for I never had what I have given you.

No one has never been selfless for me nor loved me unconditionally or

given my the chance to be what I wanted to be let alone supported me

in any of the endeavors that I would have undertaken to find out who or

what I am or wanted to be.

All these things I have given you without a second thought for you deserved nothing less.

In this game of tug of war.