Watching you walk away with my heart
destroyed me more than you will ever know.
I had once chance left to repair the broken pieces of me,
and I let you shatter it all.
I spent so long trying to find us,
that I didn't realise we had already started drifting away,
we were rapidly slowing down and you didn't are enough to stay.
What took you so long to get to the breaking point?
Did you not collect enough pieces of me,
or did you want every single broken shard as a souvenir?
We were so far away,
yet so close to becoming what we both wanted to be,
we just ended up blinded by different beliefs on who I should now be.
Walking away made us better, but worse, without a doubt.
We were constantly inconsistent,
always too messed up in our own emotions,
denying what the heart truly wanted to say -
that we never should have been,
and how do we really ever fix that?
You were my blind spot,
and I hate myself for not being more prepared.
