I tell you I'm writing again and you ask 'whats wrong?'
You
You are what's wrong
You
You asked me 'whats wrong?' all I could think was you
You tell me you've been having your phone blow up. You tell me that it's crazy how it all happened after her and all I can say is 'I don't know' but I do.
You asked if I write about people and I say 'I write about how I feel' but all I feel for you is us forever...
And that forever is slowly coming to an end
People say that when there is a change they always blame it on the thing that is new. They pinpoint it as the source of the change but not the actions before.
But not mine
My change I embrace with a broken heart
My change happened before her.
Not after
