Denial?

we were the pieces that fitted together, but belonged to different puzzles

an endless list i could write of our troubles

and the amount of people who had asked…

how did you make plans for the future, for him to stay in the past?

to my heart, i thought you were holding the key

but out of seven billion people, i chose one whose did not beat for me

i cannot help but think about all of the time i wasted

on our future, that i had painted

and now you are no longer in my picture

fell in love fast. but fell out even quicker

our story had one to many crooks

maybe we were similar chapters which belonged to different books

currently our book is missing a title

trying to leave this stage of denial

i should have from the start listened to my gut

when i realised i was holding onto a rope which was already cut

i hope that our story for now is just pending

though not every story has a happy ending