I loved you.
I thought I’d always be with you.
I thought you and me were meant to be.
I thought that we could fix us
I carried a bottle of crazy glue everywhere I went so I could piece us back together
I thought that would work
That the glue would seal all of our cracks and cover all of our vulnerable crevices.
I thought the glue was enough
I thought we were safe
I thought that we were a we and not just a me and you
I thought it was going to be harder to leave you and go off on my own.
I thought we were one
But we weren’t
I’m sorry but my crazy glue ran out.