I am the sharp breaths
between silent weeps.
I am the promises
that you couldn't keep.

I just wanted to love you better.
I just wanted you to love me better.

I am the empty,
you're the sunderer.
I am the fight
before the surrender.

I just wanted to treat you better.
I just wanted you to treat me better.

I am the nothing
between everything.
I am the sin
before the reckoning.

I just wanted to know you better.
I just wanted you to know me better.

I am the thought,
but not the memory.
I am the pain
in your contempt for me.

I just wanted to make you better.
I just wanted you to make me better.

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— © think twice
{ star charts & broken hearts, part one }