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["you had me wrapped around your finger" - wrapped around your finger, five seconds of summer]

m's pov

I felt like shit.

I felt like shit because you had put me up on a pedestal so high, and I hadn't took a moment to jump right off it. You thought of me as some high, mighty God, when all I was was a measly human being, a boy who'd found his happiness in you.

And now you were gone. You were a few blocks down, but I could never close that distance. Not now, not ever. I'd said and done things I knew I could never justify. You didn't know why.

I wanted to tell you, but what good was that going to do? You'd come back to me after everything I'd ever done to you. This wasn't the first time, wasn't the first time that I had lost my cool, wasn't the first time that I told you I didn't love you.

But you never cared.

You never cared because you loved me, because you were perfect. After all that you'd been through, your surface was scratched; injured. But you as a whole weren't, your soul was pure and innocent.

And when I had seen those men looking at you, I'd felt anger crawling into the depths of my being. I'd felt hatred towards them, felt the urge to hit them.

But how could I, when I had looked at you the same?

How could I, when I was the one to take your innocence away?

I wasn't a player; I could never dream of being one. But I was a boy, and boys had their needs. When I landed my eyes on you for the first time, I knew that I had to get you, some way, some day.

And I got you, and I got what I needed.

But only after I did, did I realise that I was in too deep, that you were in too deep. And I knew that pulling out would be a mess, so I carried on. I supported you. I became your boyfriend, your safe haven. And you became my closest confidant, my girl. And I loved every second of it.

And one day you told me you loved me; and I said it back. For I loved you, just not like you loved me. I loved your physical attributes, loved your smile. And you loved everything but.

And that's when I realised how different we were; how kind you were and how bad I was. I was fucked up, and you weren't. You were just hurt, but being with me would only bring you more hurt.

So I did the only thing I could think of; I pulled out.

Little did I know that I was your pillar, so you came crashing in.

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