I lied to you. I told you I didn’t like you anymore. I do, a lot. I’m not sure why I said what I said. It’s easier this way for the both of us this way. You can do better than me, I’m self destructive and self-sabotaging when it comes to relationships. I put up brick walls and don’t let anyone in. With you, cracks began to show. I didn’t like that, it was so easy for you to get me to open up and that scared me. I felt like you knew everything, stripped me down to the bone. You were so understanding with me and patient. Then one day you stopped caring that much, said you were busy and I was fine with that. But you’re adamant you still like me, but you deserve better. I shouldn’t have lied but I think you’re better off without me.
You’re completely clueless when it comes to girls.
You’re modest and hate showing your talents yet you have so many.
You’re everything…Just not mine.