If it’s hard for him
To look me in the eye
To know it’s over him I’m crying,
How hard does he think
It is for me?
To look at him and know
I wasn’t enough for him.
To understand that
I’m the one he no longer wanted.
To know what if I had been different
Maybe he would have stayed
A little longer
And let me live on
In borrowed happiness
On borrowed time.
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