A poem . My last act of love

I ended it but why does it hurt so bad ? Was it because I’ve realized my worth and I thought you would have fought for me . You didn’t . I would have fought for you . You wouldn’t have second guessed if my feelings were true . , you played me like a clown . You made my heart feel like a circus with all these acts but where was the act of true love ? So for my final act of love that I’ve always shown you , I’ll leave , I won’t beg I won’t blow up your phone anymore , I won’t fight for someone who didn’t want to fight for me in the first place , I’ll just simple leave .. and then you’ll wonder how you had it so great that you’ll think I should have shown up more , by then I’ll be long gone and over you . And for now I have myself and that is enough .