You want to hold me in your arms, and I don't allow it.
No, I don't like you the way you like me.
I do not want to be your friend, I am not interested in being your lover,
I just want you to leave me alone.
It ain't you, it's me
Because I have issues. I don't want to get close to anyone,
They die so soon and I hate to feel pain.
We all have to feel pain but I find myself ALWAYS feeling hurt,
And by avoiding you, maybe I can avert the inflictions I always suffer.
It ain't you, it's me.
January 9, 2004
*This poem is basically how I can say that it ain't someone else's fault but my own, since everyone uses that as an empty excuse. Also, Thor2 (if ya know who that is) made the comment about how hard it must be for me to get close to people because I've lost many friends and that kinda inspired this poem about someone I've hurt, even though hurting them was not my f---ing intention.