"I just don't think we're 150 percent perfect for each other" you said.

You didn't seem to think that when we were best friends.
You didn't seem to think that when we were in bed.
You didn't seem to think that when we were in love.

You didn't seem to mind when you told me you loved me.
You didn't seem to mind when you met my family.
You didn't seem to mind when you said it could be forever.

Did it ever cross your mind what I gave up for this?
All gone, my best friend, my lover, my passionate bliss.

And here I sit in the world, half-way around, with all the pieces of perfection you threw to the ground.