There’s a lot I’ll never understand.

I’ll never understand the concept of infinity.

How you have to move on from heartbreak,

and act like nothing ever happened.

How unfair life can be,

and the fact that people my age die.

I’ll never understand the ending of Inception,

or why Ted gets back with Robin.

But that’s okay,

because I don’t think I need to…

But more than any of that,

I’ll never understand how you took me for granted.

How you told me I was so special,

and treated me as if I was anything but.

How you told me you wanted me,

and threw me out a week later.

I’ll never understand what I did wrong,

or why I wasn’t enough.

But that’s okay,

because it’s helped me understand myself…

And for that, I guess I have you to thank.