To answer your question,
the tears we’re a cry for help.
Or more so that i was throwing in the towel,
waving the white flag,
surrendering to this never ending battle
where it feels like I’m fighting for your attention.
I don’t like competing for the biggest portion of your heart,
Love shouldn’t have to be a fight.
A constant push and pull of emotions
constant fear I’m doing something wrong
something that will never be right.
Is this how it is for everyone else?
Or am I just selfish?
The way you looked at me made me seem wrong.
Like I had torn away my skin
and I had shown you something you never wanted to see.
You couldn’t look past my tear stained eyes
and see that I was crying
because we just didn’t fit together the way that we used to.