someone once told me
"the depth of your love 
is the depth of your wound"

how unfortunate it is
that I was all in
and you had barely fallen

I poured my soul into your palms
and watched it seep through your fingers

this was not love
this was not real

if it was love
it would have no end
and you wouldn't be this good
at being just friends

my friends are hungover alcohol
and i'm hungover you

so cheers to breaking my heart
for months of watching me fall apart

just to do it again

so I will be the love of my own life
and I will learn to love myself
more than I could ever love you

I will miss you more than you know
but from this
I will grow

so ill move away from here
and watch the sunset on the hill
and wait for the day
when the sun rises
and I rise with it