Do you remember that moment I got into your car? Our eyes locked, we both knew this was our final boarding call. I know you still feel it. It’s there… I bet if our eyes locked once more, you’d see it all. I’m right here, right in front of you, where I’ve always been. I had you all flustered the other night at the sound of a dialect so strange yet so familiar, but then again you wouldn’t remember…

So, here’s my next move. You’re so used to things not working out for you, that you couldn’t handle it when it did. You choked. Why? Because ‘I’m too good’.  ’It’s not you, it’s me’, she says without an ounce of hesitation… a planned response? I think so. Again, I have to ask… Why? Did you ever stop to think about what I want? Could you ever be so selfless? You were ready to be with me in the bright lights of the city, what changed you? “Who the fuck is he?” I ask, but do I really want to know? You make the mess, yet you rub my nose in it? The thought of his hands all over your naked body makes me want to kill. I want to call you names I would never otherwise dream of calling you, but I won’t, because somehow, for some reason, I still see the good in you. You’re only human.

Baby, I am the victim, and your words cut me into the finely diced pieces I am in. Despite the fact you’re lacking in tact, and probably too wasted to know who you are, at least I know I’m who you phone, when the grand facade is lifted from your bones. I see the cracks, and you’re slipping. I looked into your soul (yes, you have one), you’re not so bad, so stop pretending you’re this beautiful mess with nothing else left to give. You have your faults, but don’t we all?! You know this boat is sinking, and only you can point it home. All you have to do is stop running girl, but I’m not hoping for your return.