You
You.
You left me at the edge of the bed
You left me at the edge of our life.
You left me at the edge.
You wanted me to give you space.
You wanted me to not count on you.
You wanted me to be a better me.
You said you needed space from me.
You said you wanted me to stay away.
You said you only did this for me.
You felt how you felt about this.
You felt I wasn't who I should have been.
You felt me.
You knew who I were.
You knew who I could be.
You knew how to bring me there.
You could.
You did.
You.
I.
I didn't leave when I was asked to.
I didn't move when my back was to the wall.
I didn't go on.
I didn't want you to go.
I didn't want you to stop relying on me.
I didn't want to change.
I didn't say you should leave my side.
I didn't say I wanted you to go.
I didn't say I you weren't mine.
I didn't feel like you should leave.
I didn't feel like letting you go.
I didn't feel what you felt.
I didn't know you didn't feel what I felt.
I didn't know if there were any limits.
I didn't know that I could stop.
I couldn't.
I didn't.
I.
We.
We left ourselves at our doorstep.
We left ourselves out in world.
We left ourselves.
We wanted to be left alone.
We wanted to not be judged.
We wanted for everyone else to not intrude.
We said we wanted space.
We said we were happy.
We said this were the only way for us.
We felt we weren't the only ones who mattered.
We felt you weren't allowed in.
We felt only us.
We knew we weren't perfect.
We knew we could take on the world.
We knew.
We could.
We did.
We.