• Lee

    by  • July 6, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Heartbreak • 0 Comments

    You were here for maybe a month. We spent maybe a week together.
    But I fell, and I fell hard. And I liked to think you were falling hard too.
    And maybe you were, but maybe you were scared.

    You didn’t know what to say, you just knew how to agree with a suggestion.
    You didn’t have your own opinion on things, or you did and you just didn’t want to share it.

    I don’t know why I still think about you.
    What we had was obviously nothing,
    but it somehow meant so much to me.

    I fell so hard, so fast! And it’s not fair!
    It’s not fair that I fell so hard,
    and didn’t get any type of explanation for anything!

    A few more drunken nights, and then no replies to any of my messages.
    I liked to believe that you weren’t that type of guy,
    and for some reason I still believe you aren’t that type of guy.
    You just didn’t want to get so close to me,
    and then end up hurting both of us.
    But I just wanted to make the most of the time we had left,
    and you didn’t.

    You hurt me. I hurt myself.
    But still I want you!
    I want you so bad!

    I hate this feeling.

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