it was

“hi.”

it was the start.

“nice to meet you.”

it was sweet.

“you look beautiful."

it was happiness.

"will you go out with me?”

it was new.

“my childhood was bad.”

it was the past.

“i’ll take care of you.”

it was trust.

“why are you so late?”

it was raised voices.

“i don’t care!”

it was breaking.

“no.”

it was angry.

“…”

it was silence.

“if you would just talk to me!”

it wouldn’t change.

“i don’t want to do this.”

it was lies.

“what did I tell you?”

it was pain.

“why won’t you learn?”

it was constant.

“i didn’t mean it.”

it was more make-up.

“it was an accident.”

it wasn’t.

“i won’t stop.”

it was months later.

“i’m in charge.”

it was desperate.

“who did you call?”

it was sirens.

“what is wrong with you?”

it was you.

“i need to talk to her.”

it was through glass.

“i need to tell you.”

it was said before.

“i’m sorry.”

it wasn’t enough.

“i love you.”

it never was.

“i’ll miss you.”

it was the end.

“goodbye.”

it always had been.