A little thing I wrote about an Ex a long time ago.
I wasn’t actually waiting,
I was just silently debating,
Whether I should let you go,
Or be the one who doesn’t end up staying.
It felt like I was slowly losing you,
You said I didn’t know what you’re going through,
But it’s not like you to talk about it,
So what did you expect me to do?
I know it’s months after the fact,
But I just can’t help thinking that,
Maybe it would have worked out,
Maybe it didn’t have to turn out so bad.
I wouldn’t be sitting here,
You wouldn’t be lost in your own fear,
I could’ve helped you,
Too bad you hold your ego so close, and so dear.
Not like it would have worked out.
You didn’t have to scream and shout,
But don't be calling my name,
Because it was way back when I figured it
all out.
