We were dividing, sprawling, becoming two instead of one
I watched as your hands seem to hold mine loosely,
From the start, it already seemed like the relationship was done.
No matter how many times I apologize profusely.
Happy is the woman who mends your heart,
who places you on the pedestal that I could not.
She will profess her love, kiss after kiss.
I, on the other hand, only seemed to have made us fall apart.
I should have given you the time, been the one you sought.
Now I'm the only one with a heart and a lonely love amiss.