It is my fault for thinking I wasn't in pain,
for mistaking your kindness as my own healing.
It is my fault for putting myself in you and deciding I couldn't be alone.
But I am alone.
So deep in love, yet I am alone.
I try to think of life in a place where people don't give up on each other,
but I beat myself down at your words.
I have heard this before,
the same salt stinging my eyes, the same words piercing my ears.
I am easy to leave.
You are giving up on me.
Is this really your decision or one of my subconscious thoughts forcing me to face my fears.
Except they are not fears,
they are feelings,
and you.