I messed up.
No one else to blame.
another love lost
means this one for the taking.
it’s okay though,
because it’s what you wanted.
a love is held by two,
not one haunted.
so what am I supposed to do now?
sitting here with my head bowed.
just stare and delete all the selfies
that you sent me
all the messages saved
that really meant the world to me.
oh I admired you, and everyone else did too.
but I failed and I couldn’t hold on to you.
the scars of cuts on my back were fading
but now each one is appearing again, creating
a life lasting reminder of who you were to me.
now let me die
and watch me cry
as you take your hand away from me.