August 19, 2013, 11:46 PM

This was the last time
you told me you loved me.

This was the last time
I actually felt like the future
wasn't something I should run from,

that maybe if I played the cards
of our love carefully enough,
we could be happy.

But I'm realizing now,
that maybe
our "happy"
wasn't with each other.

That maybe our difference,
the ones we swore we'd always appreciate,
would finally erode into the seams of our relationship
that held and compacted it together.

Maybe it just wasn't meant to be.

But you see,
this isn't coming from my heart.
This is directly from my head.

There is a war inside my body,
but how can I keep the peace
when I couldn't even keep
you?