I was fine you know.

Eventually, I got over it.
I filled the hole that you left
the day you decided that you'd
never want anything with me anymore.

We kept it silent.
Our friends, they never really felt
the cold air hanging between us,
just like they never felt the spark we once had.
Are those sparks even real?
Or am I just imagining things?

Life was tougher than it already was
when college started and you were
never around anymore.

I watched you grow fond of your new life,
how happy you looked without me in the picture,
without me acting as dead weights over your ankles.

Then I decided,
I could be happy again.

I was fine without you before,
I will be fine without you now.

And you know what?

I was right.

I met new people and
they brought me back to life.
They made me feel wanted
and appreciated and special.
They invited me over dinner
and movies and parties.
They were there when I got
my first tattoo, when my birthday
came, they surprised me.

I was happy again.

Why do you have to ruin that?

Why do you have to come running
back to me?

Why do I keep opening up my door for you?

Why do I keep wishing you'd stay?

Why did you make me want you again?

I was happy.

HAPPY.
GENUINELY HAPPY.

Why did you have to take it away?

Why did you make me fall for you again,
when we both know you will never catch me.

I was fine without you.

Why did you have to erase
the progress I made?