It feels like shit when, for some inexplicable reason, I’m not sufficient for you;

Even the most unconditional love and regard I could have given, wasn’t enough.

Despite in all your entirety, you were enough for me.

I never asked for anything more, I just wanted you.

But even then, that was too much to ask for.

I question every decision and choice I make now;

When I was with you and now that I’m not.

I had chosen you, would have chosen you, every time.

Yet your choice wasn’t me.

I just wanted to be yours.

But you were never mine to keep,

just to hold for the briefest moment.

The first time I cried in front of you,

the first time I bared my soul to the world,

was the last time I ever did.

I wasn’t done loving you, when you were done with loving me.

And that’s what breaks my heart the most, every day, every night.

Again, again and again.

Time and time again,

they’ll fly on,

without you,

without me.

Its humanity’s curse now isn’t it? To want something you can’t have?

It’s the universe’s irony that the only person that can make it all better,

is the same person who can make you fall apart all over again.

Just let me drown again in the sorrow that’s too hard to bear.