The truth of it is I cried before I knew you. I knew pain before I knew you. My world didn't begin and end with you. You didn't love me high, you didn't love me drunk, you never loved the worst parts of me, the parts that glare out in the dark or spark up without notice. You never wanted me with your whole body or needed me blindly. And you never really lost me because you never gave into having me. Simply, you didn't love me enough. And I wish I'd seen it years ago.