My Only One

And All Of My Obsessing To Find The Perfect Words

I didn't know how to talk to Mike,
not really.
I was shy, I was young,
I was insecure.
Instead of talking about anything...
we were usually kissing.
It wasn't the best relationship.
In fact, he never called,
and we went for weeks without seeing each other.

But I was young and I thought I loved him
so I dealt with it.
I didn't know any better-
every relationship I'd ever had was shit,
so how would I know what was good for me?