You wrote a love song
and it was dedicated to me.
You played your guitar
and sang it.
You were never vocally talented
but to me, it was beautiful.
Is that what they call love?
A whole year,
we held onto each other.
On and off.
Three times.
Where I was the one
who called the shots.
The first ending,
your tongue was down a man's throat.
The second ending,
Insecure, I called it quits.
The third ending,
you said he was a decoy.
We both knew the truth.
You never fought to keep me.
You let me leave.
But you always came back,
saying you were in love with me.
Oh, but the fourth ending,
I couldn’t take it anymore.
You were never there.
You had no time for us.
I was eggshells to you.
Too much to handle.
I begged you to stay.
But you said,
“If you love me, let me go”
And not a day goes by
that I don’t yearn for you.
I guess I never truly let you go.
Come back to me.