For years, I accepted being treated like I just didn't measure up. Couldn't meet your expectations of how I'm supposed to be. I finally understand that it's not me it's you, and you no longer serve a purpose in my life.
All our stolen minutes are now forgotten and scattered among the crushed dreams of our once forevers. I was merely another meaningless tryst on the quest for connection.
Lying to myself
about the door you broke
to reach the walls I built
is how I survive
The door still squeaks
as a constant reminder
of how fragile I’ve become
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