A Kiss

This time, it's a new side of me.
I want to leave shit behind,
tuck it under my belt almost,
enough of feeling this way,
it's becoming my state of mind.

I left you, but for a good reason.
So don't try and pin this one down on me,
go sulk to your new toy.
Honestly, I don't care anymore.
I am done wondering who you're with,
I am done thinking of how your day went,
I wanted to fix that, why couldn't we just fix that?

I woke up one day, regreting things I've said to you,
aching from head to toe, because of you.
Looking up at the ceiling, thinking of what to say,
wishing I could suck it up, just to be with you.
Pulling a shirt over my face, I caught a bus.
Walking up to the cafe,
I saw you sitting with your head down on a table.
Spoken words, and a couple smiles,
that instant, I loved you.

After our talk, I thought we could manage,
I thought you understood how I felt,
and what we wanted to do,
we both wanted eachother;
or at least that's what was said.

So don't try and pin this one down on me,
go sulk to your new toy.
You were right all along,
we're different, so different.
See, you were on your knees for to long,
begging for help, yet not accepting it from me.
You betrayed me.

A simple flirt, yeah that's acceptable; but a kiss?
You were right all along,
I deserve better.

I woke up today, feeling a lot better.
Remembering what it was like, fuck,
I'll never go back.