Goodness of Love

I think of you, but not as much. Memories are fading away. I no longer feel your touch. I am free of the games you play. The echo of your voice, I don't hear, empty words you loved to share. Who you are, I refuse to fear. What you are about, I don't care. Your needs, had to become mine, deciding it was for the best. Each of them, you had to define, for I would be put to the test. You did not believe in compromise, something you would not do. I was supposed to realize, that my beliefs, came from you. The damage that you have done, I will someday rise above. With the knowledge that I have won, still believing in the goodness of love.