Within 3 months I knew, but I couldn’t allow myself to wade in your waters long enough to give you my hand.
You knew it wasn’t going to be long before you’d stop seeing behind my games.
Too far gone, cursed with such a passion, we tried to leave it, but we didn’t go until you did something I still hold onto sometimes. Think about sometimes.
And I wonder if we’ll ever be friends, but I no longer want to think.
I’ve changed since then, I no longer want what I wanted once, because you proved to me that when I was at my worst, that people can only take so much.