You want it to be.
Where you're there, living your life
And I'm stuck here; broken.
You made those choices
To cut me out.
And now, this is the way it is.
You used to say:
"I'll never leave."
"I promise this is forever."
"You're perfect to me."
But you lied.
Or maybe,
That's just the way it was
When you said those things.
Because I know
That things change.
Life gets in the way.
But this is the way you want it to be.
I trusted those things you said.
I believed every word.
I know that I am not perfect.
But you gave me hope that maybe i just didn't see the best parts
of myself.
All I could see: the way you looked at me.
All I could hear: the sound of your voice when you said
"I'll love you forever."
All I could feel was your hand holding mine at night.
All I could taste: your lips on mine.
All I wanted: you to never leave me.
But this is the way
It has to be now.
With you there, living your life
And me sallow and broken, in mine.
Not having the best night, reliving old wounds and broken promises. Tomorrow will always be better; at least that's what I tell myself