Learning My Z's and Q's

There was a piece of me that knew

you were never the one my heart longed for

The same piece that begged for him to come back

So when you left, 

it was not you that I mourned

It wasn't you I cried for, and 

it wasn't you who made me want to 

stay in bed for days on end

It was the pain I held onto for so long

The pain that I had tried to cover

by filling my mind with you instead

It was never about you

It was- and always will be- about him