You wanna pick fights? You have to start them.
You want to be alone? You have to leave.
You want to be lonely? You should be.
You want me to leave? I will, but for me, not for you.
You want me to fight you? I will, but only to say what needs to be said.
You want me to be lonely? I'm sorry, that's not something I can do.
You want to take my friends, you want to talk shit, you want to play the victim.
It's all about you.
What about me?
What about how I feel, or how it felt when you didn't say anything, didn't stick up for what you wanted.
You constantly say you'll fight for what you want, but you didn't.
Why?
Was it because you didn't want it?
Was it because I made you so mad you couldn't even think straight?
Was it because you were so in love with me it blinded you to do and say things you didn't mean? Or did it make you not say anything at all?
Did you see me happy without you and think, 'hmm, this might be what she deserves, some happiness because I can't provide that for her, so I'll leave'?
Because if that's the case, fine. I can live with that.
But you have to own up to it.
