I catch it now,

In the way she falters over our family history.

Strangers could never tell, but now that I know,

I see the way "we" doesn't mean "them" like it used to for me.

How the beginning wasn't our beginning, but hers.

Before we were even concepts of concepts.

I used to think their love was built on love,

But now I understand it was love built on the convenience of fear.

I could have just disappeared

if she would have been given the happiness she deserved.