you deserve happiness, so I left.

I wonder if you knew that you’ll have to leave me. 
That you are a child playing with matches 
and I have a paper body. 
You will meet a girl with a softer voice 
and stronger arms 
and she will not have violent secrets
 or an affection for blades or 
eyes that never stay dry. 
You will fall into her bed and
 I’ll go back to spending friday nights
 with boys who never learn 
my last name.
But you still have
all of my heart