I should've become a better love instead of a poet

I’m Sorry  
I promised a few people I’d stop  
Writing about you.  
It’s almost a year now and  
it’s close to your birthday again.  
I tried to hate you  
I tried to burn all the remnants of you  
In the fire after you left.  
I tried to forget you.  
I promise I did.  
I’ve tried to numb your smile away.
I’ve tried to cut off my feelings
But I still feel every break in this delicate heart of mine.  
Every moment I walked away and you stayed  
Was nothing compared to you walking away  
And never coming back.  
I think that’s why I still write about you.  
I’m scared.  
I’m scared maybe this is it.
Maybe this is how it was meant to be
How it was supposed to end up.  
I’m missing you and you’re not here.  
Without you  
I feel more like nothing.  
I loved you .  
That’s what it was .
That’s what it is.  
Before you,  
I thought I knew what love meant.  
Before you ,  
I was different.  
But now with everything that’s happened.  
I’m sorry.  
I’m no longer what you need.  
I should have become a better lover instead of a poet.  
I’m sorry.