Keep it.
Keep your romance. Keep your love. I don't need it. It only makes me feel lowly and inferior and awkward anyway. I don't need to feel these things, these ways. I don't need to be disgusted by myself for this reason. I don't need to feel like I'm not good enough for someone so troublesome in the first place. Why should I want to cry because of the way you've left me again? I have better reasons to feel like a fool than you. Let's stop talking about me. Me isn't important. Don't focus on my problems, because that's not what I spoke to you for. If what comes through is my sadness, then isn't it your fault for pulling it out of me? You're being hard company to keep.
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