falling out of love with you is grieving parts of myself i never knew had died
our last kiss was in a library full of unopened books and unforgiving eyes. that was months ago. you wonder why i never called you back and i dont know how to explain that you are not the galaxy you are the thousands of miles between me and home, that you are not the stars you are the darkness the surrounds them, that you are not the lighthouse you are the rocks that keep my from shore
so forgive me for picking up all of my pieces you broke it takes time to sort through them all. not all of them fit anymore i have learned to live with less of what i am
falling out of love with you is loving myself
