Its not the break up,
its not the fact that you're with her,
its not even the fact
that you aren't with me.
Its the fact that,
I molded,
and grew around you,
which I accepted gladly
with open arms.
You opened
and touched
a part of my heart and soul
that I never knew existed
and synced it with yours.
But then you left me,
and cut me off.
You fell out of love with me.

glowing
she had a smile that was infectious
so you held in yours
it's like she made you feel bare
vulnerable
you hated it because you craved it even more
selfishly you asked,
"who am i to have you?"
while her light glowed
you dimmed yours
it wasn't a competition
but you wanted to win her
desperately,
you wanted to win her.

"can my love be enough?"
the young woman asked within
with a sigh
the universe replied,
"not always will you win."

I poured my heart out
to you
in the most beautiful way
I could.
In poetry,
love letters,
smiles,
and giggles,
passion,
***.
I became completely undone
and vulnerable to you.
Hoping that you would take
good and gentle care of me.
I thought,
as long as I loved you
with all my being,
everything would be fine,
that you knew I appreciated you.
But somewhere I lacked,
and fell short,
and now,
you're gone.