Last night wasn't fun
last night wasn't full
last night wasn't real
last night wasn't ours
last night was a lie
last night was evasion
last night was to ignore
last night was to pretend
last night... you wouldn't stand close to me
last night... you wouldn't acknowledge my presence
last night... you wouldn't look at me in the eye
last night... you wouldn't stop lying to me all the time
I was disappointed. Of you for lying, of me for not saying anything about it. But it wasn't only you who lied, who avoided, who pretended... sadly
I wasn't confortable at all. I could sense all the lies, the things been omited, the masks, the performances... why does everyone like to live lies???
I used to be just like them anyways. I fitted, because I could also play the game. now I just don't like it.
I tried no to get to worked up about it, to control my insatisfaction, my incomodity. I usually can... last night was really hard
Maybe it's because I can see how you're gonna get hurt because of it.
Maybe it's because I've been learning not to lie about myself, and seen everyone doing it hurt...
Maybe it's because seen you avoiding me and lying about it really got to me...
Anyways, I told you before, I told you last night, and I'm repeating it now:
I-AM-NOT-LETTING-YOU-GET-AWAY-FROM-ME
I'm not giving up on us, on our friendship. But most of all, I'm not letting you get away from yourself
Not if I can do something about it.
I'm not sure if it's because I'm too stupid or to loving, but either way, I'm doing it, don't even dare to doubt it.
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