I know you think you broke me or I made you think that you broke me but the truth is, you didn’t.
You didn’t break me when you stopped caring, you just made it easier for me to forget you.
You didn’t break me when you started seeing someone else, you just made me realize how incompatible we were.
You didn’t break me when you left without saying goodbye, you just helped me close the door without ever knocking back on it.
You didn’t break me because you never had me and you can’t break someone you didn’t even touch.
Your words were always flat for my poetry and your heart was always cold for my fire.
My heart rejected you long before my mind even had time to comprehend it.
Maybe I was curious about unraveling your mystery, but like all things you’re curious about, they become insignificant once you figure them out.
I was intrigued by your appearance, but like all beautiful things, they look better from a distance, because the closer you get, the more imperfections you can see.
Somehow, the closer I got to you, the further I drifted from myself.
Somehow, liking you more made me like myself less.
But I never fell for you and I usually fall hard and fast.
You weren’t deep enough to pull me all the way in and I knew you weren’t going to catch me if I fall.
I think you only wanted me to fall for you so you can break me because that’s the only way you know how to be in control, but the problem is you forgot that you can hurt yourself trying to break someone else.
And I think instead of breaking me, you broke yourself.
You fell for the trap you were trying me to set for me.
And that’s what you get when you’re not strong enough to love — you break.
That’s what you get when you can’t confront your feelings — you choke.
That’s what you get when you play with hearts — you lose.
You weren’t strong enough to break me but ironically you shattered yourself.