I'm sorry I couldn't deal with the pain.
I should've let go a long time ago,
before I started to love you.
Because the pain just isn't worth you.
Lucky you, you never had to love me.
You hurt me before you could get hurt.
And I would beg for your love,
because at the time
it felt like the only thing
that could keep me alive.
I only felt when I was with you.
When your warm hands would
press against my cold skin
I felt safe.
But when you would leave, I would ache.
I would watch everything fall apart
and there was nothing I could do about it
because you were always in control
and without you, I was lost.
You watched me hurt,
with pleasure in your eyes
but when you realized
that you had lost who I once was
you tried to bring me back with your love.
But it just wasn't the same.
Your warm hands no longer
made me feel safe.
Every time you would touch me
I would shake.
Every time your phone went off
I thought it was him.
Yet I believed all that was okay
because I had you,
in my eyes that made everything better.
But I still feared you would break me,
but I was already broken.
You broke me.
You couldn't fix me.
And in the end it wasn't me
or you, it was the pain
that we couldn't handle.
