Counting your faults

I was so caught up in counting your faults I never saw mine

I knew you were burned,

Your edges were frayed and worn.

I thought I was good for you.

I thought I could heal you.

I focused so much on your insecurities and made sure I never crossed them.

I made everything so much about you I couldn’t see myself fading away.

I wanted you to be so happy, you deserved it.

You really did.

I forgot though, that I deserved that too.

I reflect on us as I make my way home and I realize this is the last time.

The last time I drive to our home.

The last time I come home to you.

I was so caught up in counting your faults I never saw mine.

I neglected myself for someone who couldn’t be saved.

I saw you dragging everything around you into turmoil.

I never thought that that meant me too.