Does he think about the what if’s
Does he understand how I feel about him
What does he think of me
Does he look at our pictures as much as I do
Does he feed off of any moment of happiness we had
Or does he only think about the final days
And am I only a painful memory
Someone who didn’t hold up when the going got rough
Am I only a tear in his heart

Did he really believe that I tried

Does he know how let down I am by him?

It’s so impossible
How we both felt so right and held so firm
We were so immovable
And if we tried we still would be

There would be no coming together
Because I know I can’t shift, there’s no room
God literally won’t let me, he never lets me
And I don’t think he could or would change his mind
Everything and everyone he grew up knowing
Everything he read and established in his heart

Is it a matter of right or wrong? Maturity? Blindness? Willful blindness? Genuine belief? Or is it me is it me is it me

It’s over

There’s nothing I could have said to change his mind, I tried

There’s nothing I could have done to stay, I tried

I was immature, I was blind, I was willfully blind, I genuinely believed I was in the right

I was wrong