tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you

three months from now-seventy seven

three months from now,
I would've fell in love with you
everytime you laugh
I would've died
everytime that you smile

I would've melted
everytime you do an adorable pout
and I'll fall in love,
as I wipe the crumbs from your mouth

but you hurt me
and I was sure I was enough
I was sure I already gave all of what I was,
but you made me cry,
and said I was nothing else

three months from now,
I would've cried everytime you left

but three months to now,
you made a heart-clenching theft,
and played me with your crew

three months to now,
I'm so sure and wholly so,
I'm already not missing you