darling,

i hope you understand
that our story
is not in my hands.

we used to hold it together
but you ripped out the pages
you gave me the cover.

i don't know how you feel about me anymore.

but i don't have our story
you'll have to write the ending
will it end in glory?

i dont miss the boy who left
i miss the boy who stayed.

its too bad theyre one in the same.

it was perfect
so when it ended
i fell apart.

i ripped out the pages
i threw them into the wind
they blew behind me.

but then i asked myself
how could i destroy what remained of our chapter?
how could i tear something apart that told a story so innocent?
so beautiful?

after all, it wasn't our fault that it was over.

so i picked up the pages
i put them back together
and i read our chapter once more.

it was then that i realized
our chapter
was just your chapter in my book.

so i looked to the next one
saw it was blank,
and wrote my name.

that one was gonna be about me.

"Isn't it beautiful"
She smiled
Gazing up
At the stars

"Yes, beautiful"
He whispered
Staring up
At her

im embarrassed of my body
im embarrassed of my mind
im embarrassed of the parts i showed you
that i had never shown another.

im embarrassed because after i let you in,
you let me go
i guess im not good enough
if i was, you wouldn’t have left.

so im embarrassed about everything
everything that makes me, “me”
you showed me i’m not worth staying for
and that makes me want to leave me too.

i can’t keep living
thinking about you
not after you broke my heart
and left me all alone.

i cant keep living
trying to understand why you left
i never will.

i can’t keep living
hoping that you’ll come back
and say you were wrong
i’ll be waiting my whole life.

i don’t want to die thinking about you
but I can’t keep living thinking about you either.