Maybe I was in the wrong.

maybe i was in the wrong,

maybe i said something that made you feel like you didn't matter.

i should've talked to you,

talked about your worries,

your sadness.

but all i did was push your feelings aside,

i thought mine mattered more.

in all honesty,

they do,

but not in the way i used to think.

i was so used to loving myself that i had no room for you.

it hurt you,

i hurt you.

'could you love me again'

i don't think i could.

'i want you back, i miss you'

that's no reason to talk to me.

i'm a terrible person,

i don't deserve your empathy.

but you don't deserve mine,

my empathy is mine,

and mine alone.

you were just a stepping stone for me to climb over,

and you were so small.

so small that i barely lifted my foot above the ground.

it's funny,

you thought you were big and strong,

but you were just as vulnerable as i made you out to be.

well,

i could've been wrong about you,

but i chose to believe in myself.

i chose to trust myself.

no matter how hard i was on you,

you were always the worst to me