I know I wasn't what you needed, and I apologize for any inconvenience I've inferred. The constant contemplation of this conceited disposition cloud my eyes, for now I cannot see your truth. I thought I understood the way you looked at me, touched me, talked to me, but the more I started to understand, the more it pushed me away from you; I don't understand how people can love me in the way you loved me. I think I do understand, though, how you love her. She appeases you in a plentiful of ways that I couldn't even imagine; you deserve what I couldn't hold up to, what I didn't hold up to. I hope she shares your compassion, your drive, and I hope most of all that she understands the love you give her. I know I wanted your love, but I'm not yours to love anymore. She is, so you better hold up to that in the ways I never could. I love you so much, but now I say goodbye to you.
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Peer Into My Broken Heart
ŞiirPoetry I personally write to help process my destructive environment.