You said you’d sacrifice yourself for me, so why are you the one breaking me down?
You said you loved me, so why did you leave? You said you cared, so why do you act like I’m the problem? You said it was me and only me, so who is she?
Every time you say you’re fine, I can hear the lie in your voice. We pretend it didn’t happen, pretend everything’s fine. You tell me to move on, to stop living in the past, but the past is unfinished. We never closed any of it.
You were a liar and a coward, and I hate that.
But I love you, and I hate that I still do.
Can’t you see how different you are now?
Where did you go? I miss you, even when you’re standing right in front of me. I miss our late- night summer talks back in ’24. Do you ever think about those? Or have you already let them fade?
I wish you’d bring up those memories just once — just to know you still have them.
I try to hold onto the good times, but I’m scared there won’t be any more. And if there’s joy left for me, it won’t come from the man I see, only from the memory of who you used to be.
Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 9:06 PM UTC
You said you’d sacrifice yourself for me, so why are you the one breaking me down?
You said you loved me, so why did you leave? You said you cared, so why do you act like I’m the problem? You said it was me and only me, so who is she?
Every time you say you’re fine, I can hear the lie in your voice. We pretend it didn’t happen, pretend everything’s fine. You tell me to move on, to stop living in the past, but the past is unfinished. We never closed any of it.
You were a liar and a coward, and I hate that.
But I love you, and I hate that I still do.
Can’t you see how different you are now?
Where did you go? I miss you, even when you’re standing right in front of me. I miss our late- night summer talks back in ’24. Do you ever think about those? Or have you already let them fade?
I wish you’d bring up those memories just once — just to know you still have them.
I try to hold onto the good times, but I’m scared there won’t be any more. And if there’s joy left for me, it won’t come from the man I see, only from the memory of who you used to be.