I was still breaking when you met me
maybe that’s why you never let yourself fall,
maybe that’s why seeing her lips kissing his
was more important than keeping yours on mine,
maybe that’s why you even liked me at the beginning:
A woman with substance.
You knew I would never just
stay on the surface,
that I had way too many words to gift.
But you were also breaking and didn’t know it
because you never stood still long enough to notice
your seams coming apart
maybe you liked me because I helped you stop,
taught you to listen to the words between the silences
but isn’t it funny how sometimes when you stop
you also start to walk away?
all of a sudden you had a list of all your to-do’s
and I wasn’t a part of them
An abyss opened up between us
and only then did we notice
how far away we had drifted
from the kind of love
we both deserved.