I thought of all the ways
I was going to tell you
I ever wanted to see you again,
but I never do the chance.
You packed your bags and skipped town
long before I got to give you any speech,
entailing that it wasn't you, it was me.
But it was you.
It was the way you constricted me like a boa,
and held me on a pedestal.
There were a million a two reasons why you drove me insane,
and a few more reasons
why you made everything in my life worse.
But if
I was the one that wanted to leave you,
then why did it injure me so bad
when you abandoned me first?
( p.s )
