Straight up, I fucked up; I hurt too many people.
I've closed off and I've shut out and never considered an impact.
I broke hearts and tossed love like it had no connection.
What have I done?
I've met you; I liked you- thought this could be it.
You've touched me and pulled back and put up a front
Turned your back as I've held on- in hopes I could change it
In hope there is none.
Now I see the game I've played; the game you've played with me
I can't determine when I'm real and when I have been true
Who am I- and where do I pretend to be?
I can't see the line.
I've been a heartbreaker and decided that was okay
Somehow I justified cutting love short; to control it and protect me
How selfish and untrue
And somehow... that was fine.
written nov 13, approx midnight
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