I hate myself for leaving you
I left you dreams of what could’ve been
I left you with the most beautiful of memories
What gave me the right to leave you?
There is a depth to that question that haunts me
I don’t have an answer and it scares me
It scares me that I chose me
I didn’t know that to find love, you had to choose
I though that when I chose you, you’d choose me too
Sep 20, 2024
Sep 20, 2024 at 4:51 PM UTC
I hate myself for leaving you
I left you dreams of what could’ve been
I left you with the most beautiful of memories
What gave me the right to leave you?
There is a depth to that question that haunts me
I don’t have an answer and it scares me
It scares me that I chose me
I didn’t know that to find love, you had to choose
I though that when I chose you, you’d choose me too