You messaged me after 3 weeks of no contact to say goodbye.

I was the sun. I was the sun and i was fascinated by the moon . A moon i could see but couldnt reach. I dimmed myself so you could rise..

The whole time we was tg, finding out about your homegirl, finding out about u still dealin w ur ex, finding out none of it was real.

Everytime i looked into those brown eyes i asked you if you loved me and you told me yes. Why would you lie. If it was just sex, you didnt have to portray this image of love..

Still, to this day. I dont want to live a life without you. I lied when i said i moved on. Im still in love with you. I cant tell you. I have to let you go. Loving you hurts. Loving you is like waiting on the moon. And i guess thats why the sun and the moon shouldnt meet.