Heh.

"Do you love me?" she asked,
eyes wide and trusting.
And I smiled and said, "No."

The day she left was a sunny day,
the universe didn't cry with me.
Purely my fault, you see.

I didn't have it in me
to just let her love be.
I doubted too hard
the value of my heart,
so I let her sail away,
leaving only a part of me to stay.

I once used to consider myself brilliant,
and now I wonder where it all went wrong.
Somewhere between my pride and my gun,
I let it all run downhill,
and all the while I thought I was right.
Turns out, there is no such thing as right,
only left,
I'm left behind.

So if I could do it again,
I'd do it just the same.
I do not have it in me to love the pain,
the pleasure, the core of being.
I simply am what I am,
and I will let myself be.
And one day, I hope to see her baby
and know that was never my life to breathe.