Not My Fault.

I can't escape from the way this feels.
I know why you leave,
but I don't know why you come back.

You ruined what we all had left.
Now you come back like nothing happened.
Well thank you for all of this,
and all of that.

I don't know how I'll ever trust again.
How I can look at a man the same
because of you.
I don't care about what you have to say.

I'm done here. With you.
But I can't say that,
because it doesn't mean anything to you.
At all.

When do you think it's going to become clear?
Where you want to be?
Who you want to be with?
When will you get over this feeling?

I wanted you to be here for me,
but I grew up alone.
I raised myself on my own beliefs,
on my own hopes, fears, and prayers.

I don't know how I'm meant to feel anymore.
But I do know that I'm done trying here.
I'm taken over by this fear,
but I don't really feel anything. At all.

From here on, you can be here
or you can be gone.
You're just another scratch on my back,
on my life.

I love you.
I will always love you,
but you were not who you were supposed to be.
For me.