She is a part of me—
The day I met her
And the day I left her,
They were different.

She smiled and laughed when we all met,
She spoke to me with such energy and care
I truly thought she loved us all with care.

Throughout the years we fell apart,
Only to meet again with broken hearts—
She loved and loved, only to meet walls,
I loved and loved, only to see her walls.

They weren’t the same walls that she had met,
Her walls felt soft and cool, as if we were meant—
I liked sitting by her soft and cool wall.

She kept a window open just for me,
Where I could talk to her and be vulnerable,
But she was hardly ever vulnerable with me.

I waited for years and years to be let past her wall again,
But once I left and came back, she teased me again and again—
I don’t think it was on purpose, at least I hope it wasn’t,
My heart was breaking, but she wasn’t even cracking.

She let me stand at her window, reaching in as far as I could,
But during that, she was letting others walk past her wall,
I stopped reaching in, knowing I wasn’t who she wanted anymore.

The day I met her, I loved her as a friend—
The day I left her, I loved her more than myself—
But I knew I couldn’t keep waiting no more.

She’s still the love of my life,
I’ve made her a part of me,
But I am not a part of her—
I’ve left her, but I still love her.