If love means letting go, I refuse to accept
For if you truly loved me, you would have stayed
To receive the love I offered, the heart I gave
Not reduced me to pieces, with a soul captive 

You made me believe that loving you was worthwhile
That you would stay for it, that risking it was reasonable
But you didn't mention that it would hurt so bad
That it was only for a short while, a fleeting moment that was!

I misread the signs, mistook your presence for permanence
Assumed your love was a promise, a commitment to endurance
But your presence was a lesson, a reminder of love's capacity
To hurt, to scar, yet not to deter me from loving again