Maybe I did let the world tear us apart.
Or maybe you’re just a p.o.s.,
like the world said.
I don’t know.
I don’t believe that I was naive enough
to be fooled by you.
No.
I’ve seen too much.
I saw every time you tried to fool me,
and only out of tact, pretended I didn’t.
All the things I love about you
were not a trick to trap me.
It hurts so much more
if I let myself think,
what if you were for real
and I let the world tear us apart?
My greatest love
and my deepest pain.
I wasn’t scared of what the world
could do to us.
I was scared of what you
could do to me.
What you did do.