Deep down I know.

I know I have a problem; not with just you but with myself

The truth came out a little too late

The words I read told me what I had feared since the beginning

I didn’t have to read into the words to know the blatant truth

I was alone in a puddle of disbelief

Everyone knew I'd be better without you

but that would be without myself

I couldn’t beg or hold on but with what was left of the fallout

I had to bury the words with an old rusty shovel

As my hands shake I know it’s not real.

I can’t hold it in my hands

So I dreamt it was gone

I wanted to know what perfection was