Blackhole

I had lied, and I had used. I was afraid of that, so I didn't wish to abuse. Our lives were young, mine and yours. We never knew what was behind each door. We were alike, and yet we weren't. This chasm wasn't filled, because you were just a part. Love was a blindfold, that had fallen off. I was still blind to how I had been aloft. I had been hurt and made my way, I couldn't get out of trying day by day. You said I could change, although I cannot. Because giving up is what I did a lot.