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.