March 2nd, 2015.

You need more than just me.

I'm not saying this in a bitterway, but just an honest way.

It's the truth, I wasn't enough.

Not because I, as the person am not good enough to love or to spend time with. 

But I, being where I am or was, and you being where you are or were, I could not, would not, and have never been able to satisfy you.

All the time, I was hating her for giving you what I couldn't but that wasn't it, was it?

I think you needed someone else to give you what I could, but softer, in softer ways than I could ever given them to you.

I hated the way she wore those dresses far away more innocently than I ever could.

Everytime I wear something bright, something pretty, my dark tries to ask me who I'm kidding?

That girl gave you feather dreams when the sun was up, and that girl laughed like she'd never held a gun.

She was goddamn clueless but she was soft.

And I was a brick wall trying to pass myself off as a window.

I understand that my eyes know too much, see too much, and you needed a break.

You needed a break from all of my shatter,

All of my slowmotion.

I gave you a string theory,

She gave you a diamond.



/Bellavir/