You never let me creep too close.
You shut down around me.
You made sure the only vulnerable one in the room was me.
Drew WIlson
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Updated 6 years ago,September 12, 2019
You didnt want to date me.
You had the chance.
You didnt want my affection.
You didnt want me.
You pulled at my heartstrings.
You played with my emotions.
Then you went weeks without speaking to me.
You flirted with other people in front of me.
You made me question my looks, question my standards, question my worth.
Half the time we spent together was sexually tensed, adrenaline fueled, butterfly inducing.
But the rest of the time was pure misery.
It was time spent wallowing in self-doubt and self-hatred.
It wasnt anything worth missing.
No matter how much effort I poured into you, you didnt give me a piece of your heart.
You gave me mixed signals.
You gave me runaround answers.
You gave me heavy, wet baggage.
I wanted you because of the excitement, because of the mystery, maybe even because of the chase.
But that didnt mean I wanted the chase to last forever.
I wanted something real with you.
I wanted to settle down.
I wanted to be your only one.
Whenever it felt like I had chipped away at your walls, you boarded them right back up again.
You never let me creep too close.
You shut down around me.
You made sure the only vulnerable one in the room was me.
That didnt stop me.
I still texted you, flirted with you, set aside hours upon hours for you.
I still whispered secrets about my worries and my past and my family and my fears.
And you still wanted nothing to do with me.
You could have had me in a heartbeat, but you turned me down without a second thought.
I shouldnt miss you because there isnt a chance in hell you miss me.
Youre not dwelling on the soft hearted girl who had a thing for you years ago.
Youve probably forgotten all about me by now.
Not even friends, not really.
