Standing outside your moms car,
Mouths tight as we exchange
Formal cold greetings and stiff embraces.
Repeating our words just to have something to say.
Awkward silences are better than the lies I spoke.
Me reassuring you that I am fine.
You acting like you care what I am saying,
keeping eye contact but never smiling.

Seeing the scars on my arm, I know you would run,
like when we were kids running from normal
Friday nights, wanting adventure and craving love.
All you need is my help, my emotions,
to make yourself feel wanted.
I am a fool to have fallen for you.
I am a fool to wonder if you still think about me.
After the years of hurt, and the tears I have cried,
all I ask is for one thing from you.
Please, I am begging do not ever come back to me.
Do not ever expect me to open my arms like I did all
those times. Stay far away and let me heal, because I
still want you everyday and I need to let go.