I know what I did now, I can understand it. I know why you don't look at me now, I can see it. I know why we are broken now, I can't fix it.
I can feel the gravity of grasping your heart and pulling at it hard and fast; reeling you in and turfing you out unintentionally cruel.
People speak of heartbreak often; I am no exception except this time, it is me that is the cause Funny how it takes hindsight to realise how terrible humans can be to each other, especially when they think that they're acting out of love.
I know i deserve to feel terrible for what I did to you, but I selfishly would like it to all work itself out now.