Realization of Truth

It's funny how four words
Can change your life
How they can enter your mind
And multiply your strife

Things seemed like velvet
Pointless, but enjoyable.
With just a tear at the seams,
I am broken from my dreams

I am ripped
You've cut right through me
The sad thing is
It's the best, truly

I always said you deserved better
But I never wanted to believe it
And your words of emotion
Always proved me right

Now your voice of reason
Multiplies my strife

I am ripped
You gnawed at my bones
The sad thing is
I have to let you go

Maybe I'm too sensitive
Perhaps you're too angry
Mayhap it shouldn't matter
I want you to be with me

So different, life with you
I don't want it another way
So strange, the words so new
They turned skies blue into deep gray

The best that is with me
Is never known as good
Until I feel life without it
Until I know I should

Shoulda known I wasn't good enough
Not to make you stay
Known that in some odd way,
You'd fly from whence you came
And keep running away

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This is a poem about relationship problems. The second-to-last stanza is basically reiterating that famous saying that you don't know what you have until you lose it. OH, and mayhap ACTUALLY IS A WORD. I used it to combine the anger and sadness of the two people in the poem (to say anger and sadness together isn't a problem, the two people should be together). I wrote "maybe I'm too sensisitive / Perhaps you're too angry." And then I combined the two, to try to say something inbetween the lines, and didn't realize mayhaps is actually a word. But it is!