When I really think about it, I don’t want someone like you.

I used to long for you,

I used to want to want you.

You were the reason for the butterflies inside of me,

But now that we're through, I realize

Your habits, they get on my last nerve.

Your selfishness, it still drives me up the wall.

The way you treat people in front of me, makes me want to wring your neck.

You’re anti-social around my friends and I hate that!

Around your friends, you’re such a prick,

You ignore me just when you feel like it; I did nothing wrong.

You wait for me to come to you when I walk in a room,

You’re only in need of me when you need something, not because you want my company.

Selfish you, in need of physical touch and attention;

You need to feel wanted, which isn’t a bad thing, but all the bloody time?

When you’re done for the day, even if I’m there, you leave me, alone.

You’re absent when I need you. Why? Because you don’t give the smallest care about me.

You don’t give one iota of thought about anyone else but you.

You're a narcissist.

How you can just take what you need out of people who love you, people who trust you, people who care?

You are like Hans and I get to be that dummy Anna, just in “love” long enough to get what you need.

I used to reminisce about our time together, when I craved you, when I was blinded by you.

Now, I let a sigh of relief escape my being every time I think of you because I dodged a bullet. A big selfish bullet.

You’re carry so much baggage that you’re like LAX, but instead of letting stuff leave you,

You trap it all inside, never to let go.

You trap people’s feelings until they’re strong enough to pry themselves from your cold hands.

You’re a prison, and I was checked in by my own will.

I constantly, daily, tried to be what you needed,

A shoulder to cry on, a hand to grasp, a heart to talk to.

I broke my boundaries of fear for you,

My walls crashing with every touch, every word, and every look.

I sat through all of your exhortations of accolades that were, in reality, hogwash.

Loving you through the immaturities of your personality and ego.

Your self-proclaimed bliss as you breeze through life on a puff of smoke, I saw through the haze and loved you anyway.

I'm glad we were together,

Because now I know what I deserve.

If you ever grow up and want to call me, think twice before you do,

Because I will think twice before I answer your call.

At some point I wanted you back, but