Do I give up? On us, on what we were, on what we could be?
You made me feel so safe, so warm, so happy.
I felt sheltered from any pain the outside world could cause.
You said you didn’t want serious, you didn’t want to be in a position where you could cause me pain. How ironic that by not wanting to put me in harm’s way I still cry over you. I still long for your embrace. I still think of you, and silently, hope.
Am I being blind sighted by your words? You tell me you have feelings for me, that you’re happy with me, that you don’t want to lose me. You tell me you miss me, you think of me, you can’t stay away. Is this true? Or are you just playing me? Are my feelings keeping me from the truth?
You call me up drunk and claim you’re lost - you want me, but you don’t want a relationship. We talk for hours on end, spend days in each other’s arms. Do you actually want me? Or just the warm feeling of having someone to call your own?
I need to know, do I give up on us? On what we were, on what we could be?
Am I wasting my time believing you when you tell me you like me? Am i just fooling myself when I think we have a chance? Am I being irrational when I imagine what my life would be like with you to call mine?
Given a chance we might be great - or maybe it’s just that I’m not worth the risk.
Should I give up? On us, on what we were, on what we could have been?