I had to realize
that maybe, just maybe
it had nothing to do with me.
Maybe it had everything
to do with him.
Maybe I had too much love.
I just cared too much.
Perhaps his heart,
just didn’t have the space for me.
I saw a new life in him.
And he, well he just saw
a brief passing moment in me.
Through all of the maybes,
I realized that there is no pain
worse than loving someone,
more than they love you.
Its like you’re falling,
and expecting that they’ll catch you.
But you look back,
and they’re still clinging to their parachute.
And my god,
when you hit the ground
it really does break every bone in your body.
People always ask why
I speak so highly of him.
I don’t have a good answer.
I think that even though
he broke me so god damn much,
that the cracks in my heart
were visible through my eyes.
I just played it off.
Since this is what happens,
when you think that you’re in love.
You let them get away with murder,
even if it’s your own.
-gravity is stronger then I’ll ever be