Fact vs. Fiction

It’s your flaws, I’m focused on.
That’s the only chance I seem to have,
to cover up this trail we’ve led.

I tell myself to leave it behind,
and I want nothing more.

It turns out,
you throw around your words.
Not only in anger, but words laced with clingy love,
to anyone who helps you up.
That person once was me.
The fact that it could’ve just been something so small to you,
this whole time.

You lean on people so much,
You depend on people to make you feel better, and bring you back up.
The fact that you can never stand on your own two feet,
the first person to come rushing, you get butterflies.
All of these are the reasons why I am done with being in this place;
time to move forward.

Just facing the fact,
that you had to fight yourself,
that you might have had that urge for someone else.
If you truly believe you couldn't live without me,
well, I think we all know what that would mean.

A lot of this is uncertainties, yes.
It's not worth bringing up,
we're both moving on, and it doesn't matter.
I just hope, with whatever actually went down in our minds;
that we both get what's deserved.