You told me we have forever,
then you decided forever
was too many months.
You told me I was beautiful,
then you decided beautiful
was only when I was happy.
You told me I was priority,
then you decided priority
was after everything else.
You told me not to hurt,
then you decided that hurt
was not what you were doing.
You told me we were perfect,
then you decided that perfect
was only you.
I told you goodbye,
then you decided goodbye
was not real.