Here
Here, with you.
You were kind, gentle, and sweet.
I loved you, and I still do.
But you've grown weary of me.
You're with someone else, because you just couldn't deal with me.
I, yes, me.
I was problematic, I was annoying, I just had too many flaws for you to love me.
You fell for me for the exact same reasons though,
My flaws.
They used to be beautiful to you, and now they're just pesky,
so pesky that you couldn't take it anymore.
Then, you realized those flaws you thought were beautiful turned into words such as 'disgusting'.
They just continued on and on becoming such negative words and you just left without one simple word.
A goodbye would've been really nice.
