I never really knew what love meant
Until the day we met
And I am still not sure that I could ever piece together our lives intertwining and find the places where we clicked and the places we did not
You changed me in some ways without really changing me at all
I could feel each and every time you would cling with hooks piercing my skin holding me from something or pulling me to someone else
You wouldn't let me destroy myself but you let me have a front row seat to your deterioration
And then you left
And I am still not quite sure if you ever felt the same connection as I did
Or if I was merely a project for you to spend some time on
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 3:29 AM UTC
I never really knew what love meant
Until the day we met
And I am still not sure that I could ever piece together our lives intertwining and find the places where we clicked and the places we did not
You changed me in some ways without really changing me at all
I could feel each and every time you would cling with hooks piercing my skin holding me from something or pulling me to someone else
You wouldn't let me destroy myself but you let me have a front row seat to your deterioration
And then you left
And I am still not quite sure if you ever felt the same connection as I did
Or if I was merely a project for you to spend some time on
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