It's always the classic we are better as friends eventually
The regular "you are too go for me"
The usual you are too nice
Classic you deserve someone better
Something about how lucky anyone would be to have someone like you
It's funny how they meet the real me but aren't satisfied
They just want the idea of me
Then they leave in the pursuit of more
It happens all the time
What they say next is almost predictable
Then this horrible feeling
The nauseous deja vu "I think we would be better of as friends"
For a second I question my worth
I fall into despair
I hate myself
I dissect everything I could have done wrong
I reply their word like my new favorite song
I write poetry to escape this reality
I start to think about it
I don't think I was made for flings
I'm afraid that people only want to meet an idea of me
© layo