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"You told me you had a beautiful voice
But you only sing to yourself
I believed you
I've been singing about you for years now"

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't afraid of you,
Of seeing you, of acknowledging the way you made me feel six or seven months ago.

I saw a lot of potential in you,
and at one point you saw it in me too,
But things changed, and we had to go our separate ways,

Realizing that this was not a healthy situation to put myself in,
I chose to leave, though I know I really didn't want to.

I'd like to think that decision was for the best, as hard as it was,
As deeply as I was hurt by your inability to be what I wanted you to be at the time.

It seems unfair to say you're the reason that I'm so jaded and anxious about love and relationships, especially since we weren't ever anything official, and the time we spent together was nothing short of brief.

I don't even tell people about you, when they hear the grand story of how I came to be such a shitty person when it comes to romantics and similar semantics.

Yet, I've known it to be true,
That you're the reason I'm so afraid of love and romance and refuse to believe in happily ever after.

I don't think I had ever felt that electricity between myself and someone else and found myself feeling neglected and rejected by that same person.

I appreciate you doing it though, as I know if we had pursued anything together,
I wouldn't have grown into the person I needed to be,
The person I'm still working towards.

I am finally someone who doesn't feel a sense of codependency with everything I do,
Mundane errands can be run on my own, anything can,
Alone time is the most valuable treasure in my life these days, and I truly do relish in it whenever I have it.

I think it took you off guard, when I told you I wasn't too concerned with talking to you every single day this time around.
I wonder if you believed me when I said that,
But you should know I did.

I won't force conversation.
I can take things easy, "play it cool," and ensure that I'm not going diving head first into this again.

Just remember, you're the one who kissed me last night,
Not the other way around.

I'm content with this being merely sex.
I'm content with this being random conversation.
I'm content with this becoming nothing at all, so long as you don't give me the idea that it could possibly become something substantial.

I won't be the one left licking my wounds this time around.
And I don't want you to feel like you'll be that one, either,
We can keep things easy, if that's what you want.

Pain is the price for admittance with love,
But when have you ever been interested in love anyway?