Is it because of me?
Or because you found someone better?
Someone who laughs a little louder,
Who shines a little brighter
In the spaces I used to call home.
I’m sitting here,
Tracing every step back to where I might have fallen.
What did I say?
What did I do wrong?
Was I too much,
Or not enough?
The silence presses harder than your words ever did,
And I can’t help but wonder:
Did you love me,
Or just the idea of who I tried to be?
And now there’s a hole where certainty used to live,
A question that keeps clawing at my chest:
Is it because of me?
Or is it because of you?