I sit on my bed, thinking about you. Thinking that if I would have done something different then we would still be. I hear our songs on the radio, I see our pictures on my phone. Memories fill my head. If only we could have had one last day together.

Our fights seemed small to you, but to me they were much, much more. Our love lasted long for you but for me it flew by. I say to myself,
“what did I do wrong?”

Then I realize, I wasn’t the problem. It was the one person I thought I loved. You. After all this time I wonder what I did wrong, I should be making a list of all you have done wrong.

This fills my head with wonder.
“Was this ever love in the first place?”