Never did I not love you,
I want to make that clear.
It’s what you were doing to my mind that made me run in fear.
And I know you’re probably laughing at these feelings I feel,
you did that to the last one but maybe her feelings were real.
It doesn’t matter, really, because it doesn’t change
the way that we are-
our whole dynamic, I rearranged.
I just can’t help thinking if I’d learned to shut up,
felt my feelings in silence and not easily gave up,
would things be different?
Had I not said what I said,
and then instead of apologizing, I laid stubborn in my bed,
I don’t know why I led with shame, and I don’t know why
you didn’t let me take blame, because I did ruin it, that’s a pure fact.
Unless you actually wanted to run too, and you just never mentioned that.
But no, I never didn’t love you;
in fact, I loved you so much.
But that doesn’t matter anymore, and I wish these thoughts would hush.
With a mouth full of peanutbutter could I finally shut the **** up?
If it's stuck to the roof of my mouth could I think before I speak-
Taking the time to read the room before I destroy it all?