She broke my heart and told me lies.
The same wind that blows
an eyelash from your finger
can be the wind that starts a wildfire.
So I am cautious—
or so I thought.
I begged you to let me love you.
I saw the pain you carried;
I didn't stand by idly—
instead, I swooped down
hoping to save you.
I loved you,
but love wasn't enough.
You hid the best parts of yourself
from me.
I saw you,
but my seeing wasn't enough.
The fire sparked,
and though I tried,
the flames took all that we were,
leaving only ashes—
and me, still waiting,
wondering where it all went wrong.
Sometimes, love isn't enough.
The person you love
must love themselves first.
In this case,
they couldn't.
So I knew
the love they had for me
couldn't possibly be real
