He loved himself more than he loved her. She loved him more than she loved herself.
All of the memories, the laughs the tears. Scattered cards and I love you notes that were once held up by beautiful flowers. The smell of him on his jacket, that has touched her belongings. Pulling lips apart, looking into his eyes, then reconnecting.
It’s like having a wing cut off. You were flying so long, only to be brought down so hard and unexpected. Hitting the pavement, watching the blood. Feeling the pain, then becoming numb.
We made it so far. The words he spoke now empty. You have my heart. I love you. Forever.
I meant them.
He’s full, without me.
Maybe I was never meant to fly.