You came into my life and caused me to smile. I felt amazing. Like my life was worthwhile.

But not for long, I should have expected it though. Because for me love is a trial.

And for a long time I was in denial. I just didn't understand,why you didn't want to hold my hand.

I spent the longest time hoping for a message or a call, but no. I got nothing. Nothing at all.

"I see that I wasn't made for you, and you weren't made for me...though it seemed so easy."

Deep down I knew you didn't love me, I felt trapped in a room with no key. Just begging to be free.

But at the same time I never wanted to leave. So you did that for me.

And that's okay. Who cares about my feelings anyway?