before. the word stings.

worse, it rings

in my ear, an echo

of who I was before i let go.

no, sears

might be the better word. years

ago, i might have tried

might have lied

said i was fine

but when someone is yours, like she was mine

they know how to hurt you the worst.

the words come flowing, a burst

of sorry's and i love you's

i thought if i played i wouldn't lose

i thought if i loved it was enough

but i guess she called my bluff.

i couldn't...

i wouldn't!

i shouldn't—

c r y.

it was my fault. this. her goodbye.

a tear couldn't save us...

a tear wouldn't convince us!

a tear shouldn't fix us—

i wanted to

c r y

i hated to

c r y

i needed to

c r y

but I was empty.

if i could i'd do it plenty

before. the word stings

worse, it rings

in my ear, an echo

of who i was before i let go

and

c r i e d

i couldn't have lied

when she said "i liked you better before"

because it tore

me in two.

because

...

i did too.