Every line is about who I don't want to write about anymore.
I was fine. I got used to being alone. Then I fell in love with you. I was fine. Everything was okay. But then you came along. You came back. I saw love in your eyes. More than I saw their colour. I fell in. I fell knowing I shouldn’t. I knew I should have stayed away. But I couldn’t because you got me. You understood. You felt it. You felt me. You felt us. I was fine. I was okay before I fell in love with you. I was used to being lonely. You told me. I wouldn’t have to be any more. You left. You left. Oh my God. You left. I thought you meant it. Please. Please don’t tell me you love me still. Please don’t break me again. I told you. You were going to hurt me. I was wrong. For the millionth time. I hurt myself. I don’t love you anymore. I can’t. I don’t want too. You tell me sweet things. You said them to keep me here. You said things you don’t mean. To see if I’m still wrapped up in you. I am. I always will be. You win. You win. You always win. You tell me to let you go. Then you make sure im still wrapped. Wrapped around your finger. I’ll come running. I’ll come running every time. I don’t love you anymore. You’re my devil sin. I don’t love you. That is my biggest lie.
I don’t love you anymore. I wish it were true. I’m lying to myself, again. I’m lying because of you.
Destroy me if you must. I’m still here. Waiting on you.
Always.