We’re done

I know we shouldn’t love.    
At least not each other.    
I know we’re not meant    
for one another.    
I‘ve never thought    
of a  happy ending      
but I’m rootedly tired      
of always pretending.    
Of pretending that I do not care    
that there’s nothing between us      
but a fucking affair.    
I will let you go.      
Will not hold on    
to a sweet hurting nothing.    
We’re finally done.