I told you I wouldn't write this poem but bad love poems are my calling so here I am
I asked too many questions tonight that you answered too honestly but isn't that what I wanted?
I showed you too much of me tonight that you didn't need to see but you did exactly what I needed you to do
I let my emotions get the best of me and here I am on the floor begging for it to stop
Tonight you didn't read my mind
You didn't cheer me up instantly
Every word only reminded me exactly
Of the world I gave up
I'm torn between my own greed
And the need to give you everything that I never could
I told you I wouldn't write this poem
I hope you know I didn't lie as much as I was trying to convince myself that I could handle losing the best thing that ever happened to me