R for Retrospective.
Thats what I've been doing.
Looking back on the day I first met you.
The perfect smile,
The laid back glossy hair,
You just had that look.
I don't resent meeting you,
But we would've never made it.
I could've been that woman for you,
But you wouldn't let me.
Childish ways,
A weird haze.
For days I wondered.
Is this normal?
Am I losing myself?

The contemplation continued.
We went back and forth every other week.
I became weak.
Weak by the words that came out of your mouth.
I stayed.
The games seemed so fun.
The runaround was intriguing.
The chase.
I felt this was my place.

I lost myself.
You only wanted one thing that I had not given you.
Your words unfolded and became nothing to me.
I started to peel it apart,
Little by little the truth was seen.
The way you run away from things serious,
Had me.
You wanted it your way.
I didn't see this for awhile,
Kept myself blinded,
But now?
I see you completely.
Nothing will change.
You're still the same.