Love is Impatient, Love is Unkind

Maybe

"This wasn't my fault"
She whispered over and over
on a constant loop, thinking that maybe she could talk herself into believing it wasn't.
This couldn't have been her fault, it wasn't
Yet somehow, she still felt like it was.
She knew that nothing she did could've saved them
Nothing she said could've made him love her
Absolutely nothing could've caused him to open his eyes, caused him to realize
the person who loved him deeply
was standing right in front of him.
She knew that. She really did.
But for some reason that couldn't stop her
From laying in bed at night
Feeling the warm trails of desolation break free
Down her cheeks.
It couldn't stop her from feeling like
Maybe she could've done more
Maybe she wasn't good enough to him for a reason.
Maybe she should've fought harder
Maybe.
-Gabsviolet
g.vio.g