I was supposed to love you, to hold you, to be present.
But how could I when I'm no one and everyone at the same time?
I never meant to hurt anyone or to love anyone.
But, I guess I'll always be known as a clean slate, too hard headed to break and too cold to stay.
"Don't you know she's trouble?"
"She's an empty soul, she probably never felt for you anyway."
When is it my turn to feel?
To heal, to love, to sink into black oceans, to believe?
I wish you could see that I never meant to put a hole in your heart, but I just keep burning.