I'm almost there.
I can see now it would never have been,
Never will be.
It's for the best that you're leaving.

You see, my ego can't handle
The fact that I want you more
Than you want me.
No more grasping at straws.
I am stronger
I am prouder
I have too much self-respect
To be that pathetic creature
Who pesters you for
What you will never give.

I can do better..
The obvious mantra
That my friends offer me.
Plenty of fish in the sea.
Well, I'm not much good at fishing
But I'll give it a go.
Practise makes perfect and all that.
But I would rather starve
Than beg.

I guess that's always been my problem;
Way too much pride.
But I let a little bit go for you
And look where it got me.
But hey! No pessimism.
Just realism.
And, well, somehow you helped me
To feel again.
Nobody has made me feel for so long
..So thank you for that.
I'm not going to give up
On love just yet.