And I wonder if there is anything
I could have done.
To fix this,
to not be here.
To not be broken.
My heart no longer has your heart,
and I dont know where we went wrong.
I was willing to give you everything.
You never let me be there for you,
I never let you be here for me.
Maybe we werent right.
Maybe this, the being apart is.
No matter how much it stings,
or how much stains.
How much scars,
And what remains.
Sometimes you have to know
that letting go
was the best option.
But it didn't have to be.
You chose not to fight for me.
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