May 5, 2014 § 8 Comments
The only part I regret, is accepting a part of your heart, while she kept the rest.
How can you know? You never gave us a chance.
I know I deserve a whole heart.
I gave you my heart.
If your heart was mine— I’d still be holding it.
Do you see how easily it slipped from my reach? I had no control over the parts I wasn’t given.
I’m black and white.
Then what was I to you?
You were my gray.