I finally realized you and I were never meant to last
if we were, we never would have had to try this bad
but I still write you love letters on paper plates and napkins
and on paper from cigarette cartons at work when no one's looking
I still look back on when we were sixteen and nothing mattered;
when I told you I'd have your back no matter what happened
and now I'm telling you to leave, and I don't think it hurts you as much as it hurts me
now it's all bruised and ugly
but what's never been ugly was the piece you filled in me
and it's still filled
there's a place in my heart you will always inhibit
I still think you're a magical human who just happened to make a few mistakes
(that really fucking hurt more badly than I can say)
and I know I never deserved what you did to me
but I always deserved you in your sun-kissed glory
and I guess I'm finally at the point where I really do wish you well
I hope you end up happy
but I am so jealous of the girl who will end up with you
because she will be so lucky

(via achingchest)