Sorry, I Can’t Save You (Sincerely Yours)
With all I hold dear, I love you. For all I hold dear, I’m sorry, I just can’t save you. Why do you make this so hard? Why have you made it impossible to save you?
Love they say is a beautiful thing. Falling in love with you was the last thing on my mind when we first met. By the time I realized I was in love, there was no turning back.
If only I knew.
If only I knew what the future holds. I wish I had a picture of your past, to see your self-destructive tendencies. Love is blind. I was in love, and I was blind to all the signs.
It was all there for me to see. The signs were starring me in the face, but my senses were off. What is a red flag when a beautiful face is right behind it?
At least, the chicken has come home to roost. Everything I was warned of. The same thing I was proudly telling others that “she is not like that to me”. The same people I told, “maybe they said something that made her do that”.
Turns out they were all right. A leopard never changes its spots.
At first, I thought it was fixable. With a few words, I could change you. Save you. Return you to the old you I use to know.
Someone should have told me.
Or maybe I should have listened better.
What does it take to save the one you love when they believe they don’t need saving?
According to you, everyone was wrong. Their accusations were based on jealousy and hatred. You were a purple unicorn while they were dumb asses who needed to learn how to mind their business.
I should have learned to mind my business too. I thought you were my most important business. If I had read the signs earlier, I would be free of the toxicity that is you before I got trapped.
“Please, sorry, thank you,” those are words that never came out of your mouth. It’s not me, it’s their fault, I thought you would do it, that was your reply to every correction.
How on earth am I supposed to save you?
I can barely save myself. Even I am in need of a saviour. How then can I save you?
If you knew you needed saving, then it would make it easier to work together, but in your head, it is you against the world.
I am not a psychiatrist or psychologist, but I can tell you are self-destructive. I might be in love with you, but at this point, love is not enough. With the best of my intention, I still will not be able to save you.
With all I hold dear; knowing it will hurt me more than it you; because I now know that this love will cost us everything, and leave us with nothing, I must do this.
From a broken heart, I say goodbye.