I shut you out, I hurt you again.
I chose to believe that you left, and even though a part of me screamed to stop all the stupid things I did, I did them anyway,
All my reasons seem foolish, like they make no sense,
But that's the point about love,
It's the smallest and stupidest reasons that actually end up being the reason why we hurt each other,
And I was afraid to tell you my reasons because they sounded more like excuses,
I knew your reaction to many things, but this was something I couldn't figure out and I was afraid of the unknow.
It's like all the negative feelings piled up together;
The jealousy;
The fact that we can't be together;
The part where I thought you left..
I started wondering if you'd really want me later like you wanted me now,
I had let myself wonder too far into all the negativity inside my head.
