I needed to get away and you were a fire escape.
I looked at you and I knew that that we weren’t meant to last. But somehow I told myself that if I pretended to love you long enough, it would become the truth.
So when you held my hand, I held on to yours.
I knew that they didn’t fit right, but with nothing else to hold on to, I held on to you.
When you looked into my eyes, I looked into yours.
I knew that there were empty, but with nowhere else to look, I found you.
And when you held me close, I pulled you closer.
I knew that it was wrong, but with nowhere else to find home, you were my only refuge.
And when you said “I love you”, and I choked.
I’ve been lying all this time but I don’t lie about love.
I packed all of my bags, burned all our photographs, I took your jacket and your keys and I finally drove away.