just leave me alone. if you don’t want a relationship and you don’t want a friendship, leave me the fuck alone. you’re the one who came back. you’re the one who is trying to draw me in but you don’t know what you want. or it seems you’re afraid of what you want. i want you but not like this. not when you make me feel so seemingly unwanted but secretly needed. i don’t need this shit. why i can’t walk out of your life i don’t know either. it’s one of those things in life i can’t understand. there is something tying you to me and vice versa. it sounds so lame and pathetic to everyone around me and i’m becoming convinced of it myself. i tried to see us through the light you so longed to project on us but i’m just still not seeing it. maybe i’ll just never understand because you can’t articulate or display anything clear. i’m an open book but it doesn’t matter if you can’t comprehend the language or even try to. and you, there’s nothing to decode you. you hide the meanings to everything you are, you do, and you say.
p.s. all of these words were a little unprovoked/an overreaction but i suppose what i really mean to say is, whatever you mean to say, to do, it won’t break my heart this time. i know i’ll be unaffected the way i had/have been. i mean, if this is the end, of course there will be an empty space in my in my core, a void, for awhile. but that’s just it—for awhile. and so, sir, do what you please.
