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2am Thoughts

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I love her
I need to leave her
Every fiber of her is good
I hate to use the word perfect
Because no one is
And it is too obsessive
Too close to being blind

I am not that girl anymore
The one who loves too hard
Too all at once
Too all or nothing
Or at least I try not to be

I try to logic my way out of my feelings
It almost never works
But it makes a difference
It makes them lessen
And have shallower roots

I need to weed myself
Rid my heart of this
Futile affliction
This unwanted, unwaranted love
I need to make sure
To pull out every birthplace
Of where this could begin again

I love her
But I need to let her go