“It always kind of felt like you wanted to be on your own,
Not that we were ever really together.
And I guess I can’t get mad at you for dancing around with other shadows when we never really shared our feelings in words, but I sure can be angry that you kissed them right in front of my face.
I stayed with you though,
Even when ‘I love you’ was dangling on the edge of your lips, and you couldn’t let them go.
Something about commitment scared you more than the possibility of losing me.
I remember one day when you were really high and I was wrapped in your arms, you said that no one meant anything to you. And when I replied with 'What about me?’ all you did was repeat 'No one’.
That played in my head for days, and each time hurt ten times more than any of your words ever could.
But you still reached for my hand every now and then,
And you still expected me to fall to my knees when your lips tasted sweet instead of tasting like poison.
But I can’t just kiss you goodnight and pretend to not hear the remarks that left my heart suffering.”
I wish I never met you last September.