This Poem, Part One

I want to believe that stars and skies aren't the only thing out there,
but I told you God was never watching over me.
When you left,
the hardest part
was watching the door close.
And the hardest part of leaving
was good bye kisses
after months of misses...
If I had argued, would you have stayed?

I need you;
you made me.
You gave me
life and love,
and took the lies out of my throat.
You gave me hope -
and broke my heart.
You tore me apart.
I never thought you would take this so far.
And the hardest part of leaving
is growing apart.