You were only another lesson. Another piece of my heart to give out and to never see again.
It was always you.
Because when I’m missing you the most, when I know that my words fall short, that’s when I wish that I could say everything to you at loud. But I never could.
It was you who messed up, not me. It was you who left me without closure, without a leg to stand on. And it was your mistake, not mine.
For whatever reason, I let myself fall into you.
One day, my heart is going to stop needing you.
You were my missing piece, I just wasn’t yours.