Yesterday,
I could have sworn
that I could live out
the rest
of
my
days
in peace;
content
with knowing
that you’d be
able to fulfill
everything
that you ever
wanted in life,
even without me.
Right now,
I’m a wreckage;
another
shipwrecked,
abandoned,
forgotten
remainder
of a love
that
someone just
couldn’t take.
And it kills
me more inside
than I would
ever
dare to admit;
how,
even after
everything
we’ve
been
through,
I still wasn’t enough.
I still wasn’t the person
anyone would choose.
I still wasn’t the person
anyone would fight for.
I still wasn’t the person
who you’d love
and want
to stay with.