If she were to stand in front of me today and ask me if I loved her, I would say that I'm not sure.
A part of me stayed with her when we went our separate ways.
See, the lips I have, met others, but never any like hers. Some sweeter, some bitter. This body of mine has been held by other arms, tears wiped by other fingers.
But at least I waited. Waited for you to discard me like so many others before.
Your lips met others, but spilled lies to mine. Your body was held by others and was too exhausted to hold mine. Your tears, wiped by me and you told me you didn't know why you cried, but now I know.
Promises to be mine alone, were only fairytales with the endings ripped out.
You cried for every lie you told me.
I told you I would never leave you and when I did, the weight from my chest lifted, every tear I held in when I found out about the others just came out, flowing like a waterfall.
A part of me stayed with you, but more parts stayed with me.
