but here we sit, this spot on the avenue that is so familiar to my heart.
was i always really this expendable? this worthless?
i'm blown back by the realities slapping me in the face
just like the bitter wind you promised wouldn't bite
why should i miss you? your words were probably always so empty
why should i wish you were here as i watch you walking away without one glance back?
and i keep coming to the same conclusions:
maybe you were never there.
maybe you were never the man i thought you were.
maybe you just shattered my heart into a million pieces.
maybe now i understand why love is such a plague.
