We had it clear from the beginning, hadn't we? No strings attached. No hearts to bruise. No promises to make.
'I've been falling out of love. I don't think of her now,' you would say. 'Now that I met you, she doesn't make me sigh in regret.'
We'd made it up so high, brick by brick, then you pushed me off the cliff. Falls from high above leave wounds. Didn't you know that?
'She's mine', you threaten them now, and I watch from the sidelines as she makes you breathe her name again.
I love you. I miss you. Fuck you.
