You started it.

You started this. 
We became a thing, 
You said so yourself, playing me like a string?

We connected,
You affected,
The very way I feel.
Now I need time and a space to heal.

You told me you felt, 
The same way as me, 
Now I can't help but wonder,
If all along you knew you'd need to flee.

Your reasons are genuine, 
that much I know true,
I see the dilemma 
Presented to you.

But why say those things?
The adoration and love,
Allow me to want you,
To give you MY love.

Then to tiptoe around this ,
Excuse your aloofness,
Acting like nothing, 
could have possibly could have been done,
To stop this mess.

You don't seem to see 
What it is you have done here
You've quite literally fucked me
After Chinese and beer. 

You know this just as well as I,
It was more than the sex
Cheeky strokes of the thigh.

We spoke deep and raw
Bodies and minds came to mix.
What once was so beautiful
Has left me in a fix.

I'll get over you, sure.
But I didn't want to
I accepted your life
All you baggage, that too.

Nothing you said, or did made me think
You were going to end this so flippant, I'm on the brink
Of breaking down crying every time I think.

You started this,

But why? 

When all along you knew
You'd have to be the one
To end it too.