i remember
you said i’d never change.
and maybe you were right.
maybe i’ve always been
a little too quick to burn
and too slow to learn how to stay lit without hurting things.

i don’t blame you
for needing peace.
for not wanting to keep rebuilding
what always seemed to fall apart in our hands.

truth is—
i don’t know why you stayed as long as you did.
maybe love really is just that stubborn.
or maybe we both saw something
worth trying one more time for.

and yeah,
i’ve reached for the bottle when i should’ve reached for you.
i’ve made the same mistake twice,
sometimes in the same week.

but when you looked at me—
it wasn’t hate.
it was memory.
and a kind of recognition
that scared us both a little.

i know what i am.
i know what i’m not.
and i know that somewhere between
what we needed
and what we gave—
we got lost.

but don’t worry,
i’m not keeping score.
this ain’t about blame.
it’s just a soft confession
from someone who still carries your laugh
in places where the light don’t reach.

so yeah,
maybe i’m the problem.
but not because of you.
and not because of love.
just because some fires
ain’t meant to stay lit
forever.