because you let go

because...

the fact that you'd acknowledge the existence of a human as solely a pair of breasts rather than a person

yet after that slim period of talking directly towards those breasts, you're shocked at the realization that the words uttered from pursed lips are in fact meaningful 

you didn't know me - and in fact didn't want to- for how could one care if all they're faced with is the bare skin of an individual 

the individual who seemingly has no worth, values or morals; when in reality they're the strongest one they know, but it's all just circumstantial 

just like the circumstantial moments that appear not to matter, when in fact they do 

because it's the moment when you lean me back, looking through, underneath the light of a thousand stars. claiming to want to know more 

but more is less, isn't it?

because you and I both know more isn't what you're looking for

and if you knew more, you'd feel that careful sting;after all you were always going to leave 

[ you let go after all... if only you said you wouldn't, because im still here ]