It’s not your fault.
12 days of knowing you; I practically love-bombed myself.
I should know better, that’s a me problem.

At least you were honest.
We barely know each other.
I can’t judge you at all.
Yeah, it still stings, but that’s a me problem.

Do what you want.
Do what’s best for you.
I’m a hopeless romantic; I crush too easily.
That’s a me problem.

Words are just words. I’ve always been gullible.
I clearly built this up in my head.
That was silly of me, but that’s a me problem.

I can’t have double standards.
Apparently, I still need to grow.
You knew her before I even existed to you.
That’s a me problem.

It’s not a big deal, even if my brain tries to make it so.
It’s valid to be disappointed and hurt.
But I need to remember, that’s a me problem.

I’m so stupid; You’re single.
You’re not committed to me.
I can’t be upset with you for just living your life.
That’s a me problem.

Truly, it’s no big deal. I’m fine, really I am.
You’re allowed to be happy, and I want you to be.
Don’t worry about me; that’s a me problem.