two months ago, I was laying in my tub with a cigarette in my hand and cut open thighs and wrists bleeding out into the bathtub without a care in the world because you were my world and you didn't want me anymore and I swore that I couldn't live and breathe without you. but here I am. it's kinda funny actually. I never really seen it coming. I don't think anyone does really. when they fall in love and someone else falls out. maybe it was the way I laughed. did I laugh too much or too little? maybe it was the way I didn't open up. did you want me to just let you in? I guess it's good that I didn't because you did what I knew you were going to do in the end anyways, which was leave. maybe it was the way I talked. did I talk too soft? maybe it was the way I put you before me. maybe I should have prepared myself for the worst, instead of the best. maybe I should have loved myself a little more instead of loving you more than I could ever love myself. but it's too late and i ran out of maybes. everything happens for a reason. I just hope I find my reason someday.
