Consumption

I remember the feeling,

I remember the air being taken from my lungs,

But I don’t remember where it all went wrong.

I’ve thought about it a million times,

Making scenarios in my head,

Maybe it was the way I spoke that day,

Maybe it was the perfume I wore,

I thought of a million reasons,

But none of them made sense.

I was so consumed in the fire we called love,

I didn’t even notice how bad it was burning me,

Because even if it was the perfume I wore,

Or the way I spoke,

I gave you no reason to leave me alone and broke.

I thought I’d never get over it,

And I’m not.

But if I’m telling the truth,

I’m not over it,

I’m just over you.