What is this
heartache,
that I have no
right to?
You have not left me,
yet I feel abandoned.
You have not discarded me,
yet I feel used.
You have not hurt me,
yet I can feel myself
bleeding out.
I sit in the dark,
thinking about
how badly I wish
I had never fallen
at all.
If I'd kept my eyes down,
my mouth shut,
and just kept walking.
I think about
how much easier
it would've been
without you,
and I want to
scream,
scream,
scream,
because you have broken me,
you,
who I thought could've made me
whole.
But somewhere
inside of myself
I know that
I am the only one
left to blame.
Maybe if I had
bared my soul to you
the way you had to me,
then you would
have treated my heart
more gently.
Maybe you would
have know, then,
that I am not strong
enough
to love alone.
But then,
maybe I should have know
that I am not strong
enough
to love
at all.
Now look what
I've
done.
