The Struggle to Expire

No one knows what you've done to yourself,
And how you put yourself through Hell.
You can point your finger any direction,
But you'll always know the one explanation.

It was far from perfect, but so close.
You had an addiction, taking your dose,
Slipping further in, while falling out.
As if you figured it'd last, with no doubt.

*If I'm not mistaken, you feel like a mistake,
Because it was your heart, I would break.
The struggle within me wouldn't expire,
But I had one urge, one need so dire.
To make you see with both eyes open,
That every word was true, I had spoken.
You were an everything, all for me,
And I loved so much, I could not see.
Until my lids were lifted by you,
Helping me not know what to do.
You were so loved, but I had to let go,
For all the things you already know.

It felt like you had given up on myself,
Like I had, back through my days of Hell.
As if you had only settled for me,
Thinking I would tolerate and never leave.

Then our road just simply split right through,
Going separate ways, after year two.
Though you should no longer carry blame,
Nor should you feel any of the shame.

*

It's not your fault, nor is it mine.
This demise can be blamed on time.
Though it's given me many regrets,
I still hold onto our dear secrets.

There's always a place in my heart,
For a piece of yours, torn apart.
There's always that hole in my gut,
Where a lot of you is always stuck.