i feel like you were more of a glass half empty kind of lover,
you were never fully there,
i never had your full attention.
it was always half truths,
and people that tell half truths only ever really half love you.
i told myself you would break me,
yet i just let you
i tried so hard to fill you,
i poured all of my love into you,
yet you were still half empty,
and i was still only half of the girl that you would ever need.