The Person You Became

I was falling,

down a rabbit hole.

Slowly crawling,

toward your precious goal.

But you already decided,

I'd never reach it.

And if you had loved me all those years,

how could you just leave me here?

Yeah, if you loved me the whole time,

it wouldn't be easy to run and hide,

you'd want to be mine.

Cause you owed me a conversation,

some closure, maybe an explanation.

But the lack of regard

not a text, not a card,

after three long years,

of loving you here,

is closure in itself.

Cause if you could leave,

with no need to grieve,

then you're not the person I need you to be.

It should hurt,

after all that time

and you should wonder

what's wrong with your mind,

that you didn't care enough to fight,

and you betrayed the last to stand by.

I have no doubt,

no not a question in mind,

that I have become the loss of your life.

Cause I would've waited,

and maybe I wouldn't have hated,

the person you became after we dated.