Holding on

You know,

I never really let go of people

Call it whatever you want

But,

There's just this tiny voice in me

Who says that there's still good in them

That they can still change if you keep on holding onto them

It's not really fun to be honest

It's actually exhausting,

I get hurt when feelings aren't reciprocated

I blame myself for their reactions

And even if I do give up on them

I still don't stop caring for them

I'd still choose them if given the opportunity

Maybe it's because

I'm still tightly holding onto those memories

Memories of our happy days

And maybe,

I'm forcefully trying to turn those memories back into reality

That's the hard part about holding on