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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;

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