if only we knew it was going to end this way,
as it never truly existed in the first place.
strangers who were once soulmates;
would we do it again?

you left.
and she entered.
you broke me.
into utter nothingness.
and she pieced every fragment of my heart back together.
until i was entirely complete again.
you taught me, that i needed you the most.
she teaches me, that i need myself the most.
you loved me.
she loves me.
all the flaws, insecurities and emotional boundaries included.
and i,
i still love you,
i always will.
but i do not need you.
not anymore.
my happiness does not depend on your presence.

i try to write how i feel.
i am left with an empty sheet of paper,
one where letters have not deemed themselves enough,
to make an appearance.
but tears, my god, do they know how to capture the show.

every time we argue,
a part of me
the
insecure
scared
vulnerable
part of me
convinces myself that this
this argument
will be when you realize
that i am nothing more than an unnecessary burden on your shoulder
which like any other burden,
you would be better off without
yet time after time
this moment does not come.

in the end, you only have yourself.
you belong to yourself before you belong to anyone else.
you are your own best friend.
your own lover.
your own savior.
your own soulmate.
it has always been you, my love.
it will always be you.

you whisper my name as if it is the most beautiful thing in the entire universe.
tell me baby, did you whisper hers the same?