i wasn't sure if it was love
i was so wrong last time
i couldn't trust my heart
it wasn't until
i realised
that she's just as broken as me
and i held her shaky hand
and i kissed her shaky face
then i knew

in the moment you were
far
from perfect,
in the moment I was hurting

in my memories the hurt is blurred,
muted
and I can't help but miss not you,
but the idea
of us