We weren’t there for each other—
Not in the ways we should’ve been.
Not in the moments meant to mend.
Instead, we searched for reasons
To blame.

We’re not machines—
Not made to fit every version of love.
We can't be customized for every flaw.
Love is acceptance.
And acceptance?
That’s what makes love strong.

But the problem—
A simple piece of cake—
Tasted bitter,
And ruined everything.

Is it really that easy?
To break,
To move on?

Why do people label love
Only to shame it later?
Fairytales before,
Tarnished truths after.

Listen—
We broke each other
With words like nails.
We hurt equally.
So why shape me
Into the villain?

Didn’t you know who I was
Before you said you loved me?
Didn’t you see how fragile I could be?

Now, I’m nothing.
My God has taken everything from me.
And maybe…
Maybe I am unlucky.

But still—
I’ll pray for you.
That you get everything
You ever need.