Better
We were not fighting before, but you kept your armor on.
You told me sweet nothings, and nothing is what’s left.
You watched as I fell for you, but never bothered to help me up.
We pretended to smile as we said our farewells.
He notices when something is wrong, and doesn’t let it go
He sees nothing wrong with my mind or things in my heart
He knows all wounds heal with time, and mends them himself
He knows I deserved better, and better is just what I got.