And it was you. You who made me feel alive in every aspect of my life. You.

who gave me the mere image of happiness to move on day after day. You.

Who made false promises and a whispered sweet lies in my ear. You.

Who gave nothing but  made it seem like it was everything. You.

  And it was I. I who believed you and all the sweet nothings whispered in my ear. I.

Who drank every word you sang like water from the bottle of broken trust. I.

Who was left to deal with the tears that taste like salt on my tongue. I.

Who went looking inside myself for the mistake I must have made. I.

And all the while it was supposed to be you and I. But all you have is you, and me?

Well I'm still looking for I.