tired of blaming myself.
Maybe I loved you too much,
but maybe,just maybe,
you didn't love me enough.
Maybe you refused
to share with me what bothered you
because you didn't want to start a fight.
That fight would've made us stronger.
Maybe you were scared to be alone with me too often because the way
I made your pulse race
and your heart thump
was unfamiliar.
Maybe the way I wanted you
in every way
terrified you because no one had ever
craved you like I had.
Maybe you couldn't call to end it
because if you heard my voice
you would've reconsidered.
Maybe you ended it because you were too tired to try harder.
Maybe you broke my heart because you could.
Maybe.
Just maybe.
It's your fault.
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