its hard to despise your reflection
when you refuse to accept less than perfection
and when you wake up everyday feeling as if you have failed.

its hard to fight against your body for control
as melancholy takes over your soul
as you slowly lose your mind.

im in my bed
instead of yours
and theres no one to blame except your heart not feeling the same

all the things that you said
it felt like you meant
so i packed all my bags, took my broken heart back and i left

i woke up alone and not next to you
last night i said we were through

been months since i saw you that night in june
I’ve been trying not to miss you

we haven’t spoke since i went away
that night there was so much i didnt say
why wont you ever be the first one to break?
i pick up the phone, and type your name everyday

i don’t know if what i felt for you was love,

but it doesn’t really matter anymore.

you didn’t feel it,

so i’ll pretend i didn’t either.

i used to sit on the staircase and listen to the fighting, the yelling, the blaming

i used to pray that they could find happiness

so when they decided, i said to myself that it’s better this way

but suddenly my whole life was packed in boxes and i had two rooms in two different houses with two parents who fell out of love