You were there, you showed me interest, all the while showing me how to be free.

Yet I was looking through your words, looking back at him wondering where he could be.

His sharp words, his stares full of intimidation, would always push me towards you.

But you would never ignore me, you would tell me that you knew how I felt, too.

Walking with you was calming, you showed me that love didn't have to hurt.

We were laughing with joy, holding each other's shirts.

Knowing that the world wanted us to be close.

Not once offering your infatuation in all doses.

You protected me, assured me I deserved better.

By comforting me with the sleeves of your sweater.

With every mistake, I got closer to you when I was still with him.

Yet, the more times I'm with you, the expectations of returning were dim.

The happy beginnings, however, didn't last.

And all the while I was blaming myself because of my past.

Three or four times, I kept going back.

And you probably hated the feeling of losing track.

It took me so long to realize the mistakes I made.

I knew you probably felt so betrayed,

That I kept going back to the boy that hurt me countless and countless times.

Even though you were there for me those times.

I finally left the boy you warned me so much about.

I started to look for you, but you were acting out.

Claiming that I never tried.

And so, I realized that I stabbed your pride.

All I want is for you to come back.

But maybe you're tired of doing just that.

I can't expect you to be here for me like before.

Just like that, I became someone that you USED to adore.