such fragile broken things

i always found it strange the way we mutually misunderstood each other. sometimes it felt like i was stumbling in your shoes in the dark with each one on the opposite foot. 

maybe it’s my fault you never knew me that well. 

is it compromise if everything is a game of take and take? we were like a bottomless fuel tank. i never had enough energy to keep us going. i tried but i could only take so much. 

i learned not to hold resentment. not to let it drag out for too long. if i talked on and on the way you did maybe something would’ve gotten through. it took you too long to start trying i had already given up. 

i wonder if i knew the backseat of your car better than i knew you. 

i saw the end from the beginning but chose to ignore all of the spoilers. took a detour down whatever road we were. too many car analogies? 

all i ever wanted was for you to tell me who you were. in the end i guess i knew either way. 

you were my favorite song until you played yourself to obsolescence.

xo, j