I never thought I’d fall for you. Never in my lifetime did I see my heart beat for you. Never did I imagine of wanting to be with you. Never did I wish to want to kiss you.
I really NEVER saw myself falling for you.
And all that time I never knew,
I grew to like you more than words can explain.
If you were to come back and ask me to love you, I would. But not because you told me to. And if you were to come back and ask me to be with you, I would. But not because you told me to.
But now, you’re gone. A lifeless picture stored in a box. A memory that haunts me every night. A song that repeats itself on the radio. A promise that is forever broken. You’re nothing but a story that came to an end.
You walked right in and back out as if you found yourself at the wrong place. You took every last bit of trust I had left in me. You held my hand wishing I never found happiness. You left quietly in hopes I’ll never notice…sadly, I did.
And all that’s left of you are these walls you built and a tattoo I wear on my back.
So I ask you this,
How should I explain the reason why I don’t talk to you when you were the one who left in the first place?