the thing about "our" love,
was that it wasn't really ours.
because you didn't love me back,
like slow dancing with myself.
you're there,
and i love when you're in my life,
unlimited butterflies,
making me feel so happy
and safe almost.
i got over you,
i really really did.
but then you came back,
or maybe i went back
but either way we're back.
back to square one
and if you leave again,
i'm not sure how i'll feel.
but i don't think i could
handle that kind of pain
again.
