you couldn't look at me and leave.

our gazes couldn't meet because you knew if your eyes met mine you wouldn't walk away

I thought you were it

I thought you were the final chapter of my life that died with me

you couldn't find it in you to stay and I couldn't find it in me to let you go

you left and you took me with you

but I never really left with you

the walls haunted me and I basked in the phantom of our love,

the bricks that surrounded us as we grew as people, as a family.

I needed your love to find myself and fix what wasn't right

the person you needed wasn't me and I don't know which broke me more, the fact that you didn't love me enough to stay,

or that I wasn't enough to make you stay.

I didn't know if it was incompetence, or if it was just who I was,

but I wasn't enough to fix the one that fixed me,

and that broke me all over again.