I knew I wouldn't be enough,
But the truth was;
it was always my fear of the my past haunting me and ruining my present.
Which it did.
I did everything I can to fit you in,
Make it look like it was still US
But sharing me
Was something you had to live with and no one deserves that reality.
I knew the consequence, I just wasn't ready to face it,
i tried covering it up
but it kept finding another way in.
You were holding on.
I was letting go.
It was for the best of Us;
YOU ARE READING
that's Y I wrote iT.
PoetryDrink up~ the loneliness. Broken.~ Crushed.~ Shattered.~ Torn.~ Explore my deepest.. We have to lose grip and lose ourselves to realise things, accept the changes even if it takes someone so precious to let go and break you in pieces I remember bei...
