It all seems to start so small..
Why are you friends with me.
Why do you care?
Don't I annoy you?
Do you really love me?
Then it gets a bit worse..
You don't need me.
You're too good for me.
What if you don't love me?
Do I bother you?
Then it gets even worse..
You don't want me around.
You don't care.
You never loved me.
All I do is bug you.
Until soon it becomes
Why am I friends with you?
Why do I care?
You annoy me.
Do I really love you?
I don't need you.
I'm not good enough for you.
What if I don't love you?
You bother me.
I don't want you around.
I never loved you.
I never deserved you.
It's a cycle.
We wonder.
We worry.
We doubt.
We resent.
Things get blurry after a while.
Then we move on.
We never say we like it.
It just happens.
We begin to miss what we had.
Like we never stopped wanting it.
Never stopped talking about it.
It's crazy to think about.
The fact that we could want something so much but all we do
Is push it away.
Almost like we never did want it.
But here we are.
Contemplating what would've happened
If we'd just stuck with our hearts
Rather than getting trapped
In our minds.
Second guessing our actions
When it's already
Too late.
