Beginning at the End

We could've closed the gap, ate up the distance that's grown between us,
Supporting each other without expectations should've been what kept "us",
Wanting success for each other more than success for ourselves should've been "us".

Loving who you love is not a surface level idea, it's not some silly riddle.
It's not something linear, it's a messy opposite hand kind of scribble.
If we both held accountability, we could have easily met in the middle.

What I loved most about you was the way you cared about each and every person,
But that trait was sometimes displaced when you felt you didn't get the attention.
All that was required was a little self reflection and some genuine reciprocation.

The times you were in that space chaotically fighting off the childhood fear of what you experienced,
I willingly walked towards you to try and understand what made you uncomfortably delirious,
You could've showed some maturity, took a step towards me and recognized that it's never that serious. 

I tried to be strong in the thick of all my issues and lead by example,
But I don't think the efforts I put forth were effectively ample,
Our issues were deeper but I could only recall a small sample. 

Was I the only one who believed in our wedding vows?
All this time together, how could you back away now?
Allow someone else into your heart? C'MON NOW, HOW!?

Meeting in the middle was never a part of your character.
You sought to take, absorb, destroy and leave no leftovers.
I would have ran to the middle, I would been your chauffeur. 

I loved our story and letting go of that is the hardest thing for me to come to terms with,
But thank you for everything, I'ma use this loss as a lesson and apply it with a firm grip.
I was waiting for you, I would have waited for you, right in the fucking middle, SHIT!
The middle ground is a place you never even thought of, or believed could possibly exist.
Because you never thought someone could choose you and love you, the way that I did. 

Those childhood traumas of yours, fucked you up all kinds of bad!
They kept you from recognizing the kind of man that you already had.
I was willing to sprint beyond the middle for you when you were mad.
I'm not the one that lost the "one", good luck to you with your new man.