You are my favorite person, I admit while intoxicated. We were sharing things we both hadn't shared with someone before and you admit it too.

We jump in fast to the relationship spending almost every hour together over that vacation and I wished it would never end

but it did

I flew too close to the sun smothering you because that's all I ever wanted and never received

you were my everything because you liked me too, or so I thought

you were my favorite person, and i was far from yours

I would take your punches and blame myself for them again
everything my favorite person did I loved

then you broke me, I wanted to leave but couldn't
because I would no longer have a favorite person

so you left and the fourth word of the phrase changed

you were my least favorite person

my feelings were the least of your concerns yours were the top of mine

you are my least favorite person