Did I ever tell you about just how terrified I was about letting people in?
How frightened I was about having somebody so close to me,
How I was afraid of becoming yet another burden on your soul,
How I feared to become vulnerable in any phrase of the word,
How scared I was about being hurt.
Did I ever tell you about how I hated to lose?
How I hated to lose those who I cared about,
How I hated to lose pieces of myself,
How I hated to lose your affection,
How I hated to lose all that we had.
Did I ever tell you how hard I found it to express my emotions?
How I never knew quite what to say when complimented,
How I found it hard to formulate my words into replies,
How I never understood why I was unable to say the right things,
How I feel as though I am unworthy of love.
Did I ever tell you that I wish things had happened differently or that we had been different?
How I wish I had expressed my emotions more freely as you do,
How I wish I didn't worry so much about you,
How I wish you hadn't ignored me,
How I wish that you didn't hate me so much.
Did I ever tell you about how much I miss you?
How much I miss the tea you make,
How much I miss the places we went together,
How much I miss our conversations,
How much I miss when we were friends.
However, this must just come off as weak and pathetic, am I right?
You'll probably laugh or at least feel a slight giddiness.
But I don't mind anymore. It's all over and I am just another memory.