You
With your words
The Knife.
You.

Me
Knowing and not knowing,
Afraid and clueless.
Me.

Us
A thing that used to be,
The dust on the mantle.
Us.

We
Will never be the same
The blood that was spilled across the floor.
We.

This crime scene filled with pain and sorrow and regret.  The murderer and the victim one in the same—but also separate.  Two hearts that both dance to the same miserable song.

You don't hurt people with a 'No'
You hurt them with a 'Maybe'
When you know the answer
Is 'No'

I love someone I can't love anymore
And it haunts me to my bones

How do you
Forgive yourself
For all the
Things that
You never
Became?