Sometimes

You find yourself asking the question:

Was it me?

Sometimes

You wonder if it could've gone differently

Was it me?

You wake up one day and all the things he loved you for are all the things he hates you for

You wake up one day and all your fun and loving memories are thrown out the door

And replaced

With regret.

Was it something I did?

That made you decide I was boring

That made you decide you don't want me

That made you decide

I'm not good enough.

Not good enough?

I'm fucking perfect you don't deserve me.