Did I do something?
Something wrong?
Something that made him drift your way—
Made you the one he leaned on more?

It’s not fair.

Don’t tell me it is.
Don’t act like I don’t see the shift.

I can live without you too.
Don’t think I won’t.

You were supposed to be mine.
My closest.
My constant.
Not… someone else’s echo.

But you turned.
Softened.
Changed your tune for someone who
Spoke like you,
Laughed like you,
Fit easier beside you.

And me?
I watched you choose them—
Over and over—
While I stood outside the frame.

You made room for them,
And none for me.

So no—
It’s not just him.
It’s not just them.

It’s you.

And I hate you for that.

If I say sorry—
Would you listen?
If I called again,
Would you pick up?

If I changed,
If I bent,
Would you let me back in?

I’d trade my silence,
Swap my pride—
Just to stand
Where I used to be.

If I gave you all my days,
All my nights,
Would you come back?
Would you fight?

I’ll undo every word,
Every moment missed,
If you promise—
Promise me this:

Don’t let the silence
Grow too loud.
Don’t let me fall
Out of your crowd.

I’m here, still standing—
Waiting to see
If there’s room left
For two... or three... of us.

Why breathe when you know you will die,
When you're drowning, why do you attempt to breathe?
The water ,icy and cold like a spike to the chest,
As the water slowly fills your lungs ,burning .suffocating.
When you are bleeding out why do you put pressure on the wound,
Why do you push as you watch the crimson slip through the cracks of your palm?
The blood spilling out. Bleeding. Dying
So next time you ask me why i love when i cant be loved,
Ask yourself why are you breathing when you know you will die?