All the love I had was spent loving you
All the hate I had was spent hating myself
that I was not only enough for you to desire me
but I wasn't even enough for you to even despise me

Maybe I overdid both a little
Maybe I wished for forever on things that were brittle

Weaving red strings made of water
Promises turned faded empty letters

You said maybe our stars didn't align
How couldn’t they after...