They.

They’re my everything. A chance encounter that led to a small talk. A misunderstanding that had led to nights of laughter. A single smile, which led to me falling in love.

Them.

It was them that made me feel happy for the first time in such a long while. It was only them who I could stare into a picture of for hours on end. And it was them, the person who’d destroy me.

He.

He was always so gentle and so kind, he talked to me about how beautiful and caring I was. It was he, he who had comforted me in my time of sadness and he who reminded me of my worth.

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Him.

And it was him.... Him who’d bring my end, him who would then break me, him who will end Me with a word. For it was him, who’d ignore what I said and focus on something else, it was him who’d listen to what he only wanted to listen to.

I.

And it was I, who talked with them everyday, hearing their soft voice and relishing in his voice, while giving my heart only to him. It was I, who decided in their love I’ll lose myself, yet it was I who wondered if I’ll drown.

Me.

So it was me, the person who loved beyond recognition, who put my love in someone who has yet to figure out their feelings for me. And for it was me... The person who’s writing this poem, scared of the consequences of what might come after. Wanting only their love, but scared of how they saw me.

And for it was Us.

Us who talked together for days, Us who laughed and cried and loved.

But then it was Me.

Me who’s been crying, hoping that one day from my inner demons I’d be free.