I couldn’t help it.
At the beginning,
It seemed like a goal,
To be his friend.
The friend that meant so much.
I liked it when I left impact.
I never thought it would happen
That I would be the one being begged.
I told you it was because
I was uncomfortable,
Knowing that someone knew so much about me,
But the truth,
I don’t care about you.
I don’t care about it anymore.
I wouldn’t care if you told everyone about it.
It’s not a major part of my life anymore,
And what people think,
I couldn’t tell you,
Couldn’t tell you
How I just lost the touch.
How you don’t excite me anymore.
How it just wasn’t the same,
How I didn’t enjoy being with you alone.
How I never did.
Because I know how it is.
I know how it feels,
To be the one at the end,
Of feeling not cared for,
So I’m just going to tell you.
That it’s me being uncomfortable.
I achieved it, you said.
I meant so much to you,
Much more than I even hoped,
But I couldn’t.
I couldn’t feel anything,
Even as you said those words.
I couldn’t feel.
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