If I was kidnapped randomly by some idiot, and if I called for your help. Would you come to my rescue, like you once promised you would?

If I was lost, and for the first time, I couldn't find my way home. Would you come to my aid and get me out of my fear?

If I told you now, or later, that my feelings or thoughts have never died down. Would you still come back to me, or would you even care?

When you said I'd be yours and you'd protect me as long as you live, but took back your words, I forgave you. When you got angry at me and shouted at me, I forgave you. When you left me, I forgave you. When you deleted me, when I should have gotten pissed, I forgave you. When I should have screwed you upside down for making the days pass by awfully, I forgave you. When you left me a day before valentine's day, I forgave you. When you treated me as a trial and error test, I forgave you.

What I don't get is why you wouldn't even give it a second chance. I can't let go, and you know that I won't, for at least a really long time. Because knowing as much as I want to, I can't get myself to. You gave me the power to put so much faith into something so hard to let go.

How can you say you're a man, when you're not a man of your words? How can you protect your friends and family, if you can't even protect me? How can you be so heartless, when you said you felt so much? How can you say that you don't want even a little bit of intimacy, when you said relationships need intimacy? How can you talk about how the story about the coffee, the eggs and the potato when your past makes you so afraid of the future?

You said you weren't perfect, I already knew you weren't. But neither am I. I'm not perfect, and far from it. But you weren't contented. Not one bit. You said you didn't know what you wanted, but knew what you didn't want. You're just a clueless little boy.

You're not shameless, you don't want to be seen as weak. You're not an asshole, you just don't want people to see how you really feel. You don't hate people talking about the subject, you just want to move on without any pain. You're not selfish, you were thinking about both of us when you made that decision.

My maturity made you come to me. My insanity made me interesting. My childish parts made me look cute. But my emotions made me look immature. My crying made you walk. My voice made you stop. So from now on, I shall be less heartless, I shall not cry, and I shall not speak, unless need be. Unless you stop me now and say that these things aren't true, then you should tell me now.

My mind tells me you're not worth thinking about. My heart tells me that I'm not prepared to leave. I'm confused yet again.