maybe
what we long for
is not to die
but instead
to vanish

your sorry
meant nothing
and so was mine;

we scrape each
other's skin only
to find another
layer of lies

maybe i loved you too much,
too much that it weighs me down,
so much that i fell too hard and forgot how to stand up.

maybe i loved you too soon,
too soon that time would not give us a chance to be with each other,
so soon that we chose to forgot one another.

maybe i loved you too selfishly,
too selfish that i only see you as mine,
so selfish that i forgot you were never so from the very beginning.

maybe i should have loved you just enough, but i did not.

i ended up loving you so much;
i ended up loving you too much.

cut me open
and see my flesh
for it will not heal;
for it cannot heal

as you put
the imperfections of mine
for full display