I went out.
Without her.
To many places.
Places I shouldn't have.
People I shouldn't have.
Not where it was safe.
To all the glitter.
And the gold.
The world had to offer.
To where.
She told me.
I would get hurt.
And I just thought.
'It's fine.
She's never complained about it.'
And thought.
'It's fine.
Things change.'
Our fights.
Became more than.
They ever were.
More rage.
More tears.
Less family.
And I was so stubborn.
To believe nothing.
Was my fault.
To believe the girl I loved.
Was okay.
Every time she said.
So stubborn.
That for the first time.
She was not my priority.
