My mistake

I used to believe that you were my favourite mistake. That no matter how shit you made me feel about myself that it didn’t matter. You were my favourite mistake. And I missed the slow nights when we danced around your kitchen. You were my mistake. My shining light. The light that woke me up from one thousand years of slumber. I thought, I thought you were it, but now, months later, to see nothing has changed, you are still the same. You have not grown. You have not learnt, you still waste away your time, day after day. Well now, now I get it. you were just my mistake.