It's not that I don't love you, that I have to go away.
It's more that I do, because we didn't know how to play.
This game of changing roles, to be a supportive friend.
You couldn't be that for me, and I tried so hard to bend.
To be what you needed me to be, but that wasn't me at all.
Instead it often made me curl up into a ball.
I'm learning that I need to know I'm okay.
And that for now that means that I can't stay.
I think you did a lot for me and helped me to grow.
And hopefully you will someday be able to let go.