from how the very first thing you told me was a lie, and your eyes captivated me, perhaps because i could never read them; you were a mystery
that it was wrong
for you to say you liked me, so soon just because i brought you cookies just because i did; i must have been so good at falling in love that you thought you were too
II. THE FALLING APART
i should have known
when you’d say you love me but i’d find myself alone, when i’m blue, when i’m in tears, and you search for words and come up empty
that it was wrong
except i’d gotten so used to it, to making excuses, to finding comfort in what you offered, to convincing myself it meant more
III. THE HOLDING ON ANYWAY*
i should have known
when i was too afraid to be honest; i knew the hurt my words would cause; i knew they could never be taken back, and that we would both be left hollow
that it was wrong*
if i ever hurt you i would have had to be broken myself, shattered beyond repair; and the bullet i would use to shoot you were the pieces of metal i dug from my own heart with shaking hands
i should have known that it was wrong and i did,
but i thought that if i kept quiet you would never notice and i would rather live with you like this, because you disable the ticking time bomb of my heart and in its place a dull ache, throbbing instead of beating, and because if you left, *no one would care if i exploded