I’d probably go to hell.

“never love again” you swore.
Doesn’t mean I can’t wish her the best,
Doesn’t mean we should have never met.

this is the last time I’ll complain about you. I swear.

It’s so hard, to leave it all behind,
it wasn’t enough, what I had to offer you.
It’s so hard to trust with insecurities,
it won’t be enough to just complain.