I got lost in the in-betweens. I lost my trail of thought and somehow, I lost myself. I couldn't figure out if I wanted to be what you wanted me to be or if I was good enough. I still don't know. Am I good enough? I stood there in the wake of everything we'd done to each other. Not knowing which mangled parts were yours or mine.
I'm pretty sure I must've stepped on your heart somewhere in the battle. Did you feel the pain? Does it still hurt like a bad scar that won't go away?
It seemed like a betting game. Will she stay or will she go? Flip a coin maybe you'll know.
I wish you didn't speak or cry. I wish everything had remained silent. Still. The sun rising in the distance. Illuminating the wreck that we'd become. Pointing out every damn reason to go home.
It all seems so bittersweet. And I'm home. And I'm so afraid to fall in love. I can feel myself falling so slowly. And I'm very scared.