we left
we left every party that got too loud
the movie that was too long
dinners that were unsatisfying

we left whenever it started to rain
or when it was too hot
and when your feet started to hurt

we always left when there was someone with a new name
and you didn't have the energy to introduce yourself
but enough to get up and leave

we left because you left
because you hate the unpredictable
and I left because I can't stand being left
alone.

But my feet never hurt as much as yours.
I used to love being in the rain and it was always better when it was hot,
I was that loud person at parties and a movie isn't a movie if it is under 3 hours.
Give me bad food, I don't care, as long as you sprinkle it with some salt and good conversation, Ill eat.

You came along and I left behind what I was, what I liked and who I wanted to be.

My poor judgement and your inability to see how I used to look.

So the next time we are at a party, with distasteful food, and your feet hurt and there's no AC and it's raining outside, you don't know anyone's name and it's so loud you can't hear The Titanic playing in the background, try and get me to leave. Grab my arm and whisper "hey let's get out of here" in your sexiest voice. You aren't fooling anyone anymore, so go ahead, say it. You'll be lucky to even hear me say, "I'm staying".