You were loving, understanding, and kind.

And you gave me the impression that you were gonna be all mine.

Just all your warmth and your affection.

You won't ever let me fight for your attention.

Our relationship was rocky, and insecurities emerged from underneath the surface.

I thought you didn't trust me, and that led to more problems that began to resurface.

I started to run away from all my problems, including you.

Thinking that you wouldn't follow, that you would give up and then pursue someone new.

I wanted to test you, to see where your loyalties would lie.

But you reassured me over and over, even though your emotions were all clear in your eyes.

Those tears of you, would flow out, and cover your cheeks and dimples.

Reminded me of how true love will never be so simple.

I fell out of love for you, time and time again, yet there was something about you that told me to hold on.

That sometimes love needs that faith that will never be gone.

That you and I would have to work on expressing ourselves,

And the mistakes we keep making will just suddenly be over with.

You would chase after me, and tell me that you love me so I don't need to run away and go to someone new.

I remember saying to you, "Baby, I just don't want to be with you."

You taking my hands, and pulling my waist towards you was all I ever needed.

In those moments of fear, misery, and waves of emotions.

But those loving moments never seemed to last.

For you would pull away in those stressful moments from your class.

While I would stay up, holding you when you bury your face in my chest, and me putting my hands through your hair.

You would lay next to me, while I needed you so with my tears flowing down my face; you were never really there.

All those nights I would cry myself to sleep, reading all of our old texts.

Just wondering where your loving side went from all those depressing nights.

The following day would never really erase my memory of you being so fucking distant.

Knowing, and finally recognizing that the past would just never really touch me the same way ever again.

You were gone, partly.

Who I was tore you apart from the inside out.

My neediness, my attachment, my constant desire of intimacy just seemed like a chore.

Until I just became a total bore.

Even though this was exactly how our story played out.

I can't lie and say that I stopped loving you ever since I broke up with you that afternoon.

When you were bawling our your eyes out, promising me that I was all you ever wanted.

But if you really loved me, you just couldn't have done what you did all those depressing nights.