I wrote a poem for our daughter,
On the day we lost her, but I still had you.
It seemed like nothing would keep us apart.
I loved you, you loved me.
We thought that was enough.
But you didnt love me enough to change.
I couldnt love you any longer as you hurt me.
If you loved me you wouldnt break me, i thought.
Yet somehow i feel i gave up on us.
Do you blame me?
For not being able to take any more pain?
I blame you.
For not fighting for me.
Maybe you thought i wouldnt leave.
But i can't forgive you.
For being indifferent.
Only time you let me see your heart was the day we lost her.
Even that feels like a part played,
Hurts to doubt myself cause you were too busy to show me what was real and what wasn't.