I'm sorry I left.
I'm not.
I wanted to be a part of something,
To feel like I belonged.
But I don't,
So that's okay.
I'm not jealous,
Or rather, I try not to be.
But I built this little world of mine,
And you built yours.
We were never meant to meet.
We shouldn't have.
And yet, here we are.
Here we are, tearing apart,
Crying, screaming, fighting,
But never truthfully.
I wanted to be something more,
You made me something less.
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 12:31 AM UTC
I'm sorry I left.
I'm not.
I wanted to be a part of something,
To feel like I belonged.
But I don't,
So that's okay.
I'm not jealous,
Or rather, I try not to be.
But I built this little world of mine,
And you built yours.
We were never meant to meet.
We shouldn't have.
And yet, here we are.
Here we are, tearing apart,
Crying, screaming, fighting,
But never truthfully.
I wanted to be something more,
You made me something less.
And yet, I still find myself running back to you.