maybe i’m the one
maybe i’m the one who broke us
who failed to hold up my end of the bargain made on our first date
the deal we made when your soul reached out and touched mine
over microbrews and Mexican
sometimes people hurt each other
when they love so deeply,
and i went back on the deal- i stopped being the person who gets it.
i stopped being the person whose lips were made for yours…
i stopped being a person
i stopped living, breathing, thriving
though, had i really ever?
incapacitated by my own inability
to see reality
to step in to the place you helped open the door to.
so imagine the struggle,
the frustration and pain
to be able to now step in to that place that you helped open the door to…
and to find you’re no longer there
was i the one who drove you from this place?
or is it our divine fate
that we’re nothing more than strangers,
who once helped each other get out of the rain