Were you already done, or did you need me on my knees? Treat me like a dog with fleas, I’m not your bitch. What is wrong with me... It was you. And me. You said you wouldn’t beg, I guess I didn’t hear the plea. I thought you wanted distance, you were asking me to see. I froze up in the doorway, you packed your hurt in bags. I called it what it looked like, you heard me wave the flag. Were you already done, or did you need me on my knees? I was too proud to crumble, too scared to say don’t leave. Treat me like a dog with fleas, then wonder why I twitch. I loved you like a home, but I’m not your bitch. What is wrong with me... It was you. And me. And all the things we buried just to call it peace. It was late nights, opposite lives, once a week if we were lucky. You wanted me to choose you, I thought staying was enough for me. I took you for granted, I won’t dress that up as fate. You asked me for a future, I showed up at the gate too late. Were you already done, or did you need me on my knees? Were you looking for the man I was, or the one I’m trying to be? You said you wouldn’t beg, but were you waiting for me to? I was quiet like I didn’t care, but I was breaking there with you. So what is wrong with me... It was you. And me. Not just the silence. Not just the fight. Not just the missed calls in the middle of the night. Not just your schedule. Not just my pride. Not just the love we had with nowhere left to hide. Were you already done, or did you need me on my knees? I can’t make you choose me, but I can finally speak. I needed to be better. I know that much is true. The ball is in your hands now, but my heart is still with you. What is wrong with me... Maybe nothing. Maybe grief. It was you. And me. And the life we almost built standing just out of reach.
