Precisely six days ago, I deleted you from my life.
I gave up on you.
It wasn't going anywhere, and it wasn't about to.
I'd let you run my life for too long, when you don't even want to talk to me.
So I demanded that back and forth crush on you out of my head forever.
And the past five days have been great.
Until I saw you today.
I didn't think I was going to see you.
And I didn't want to.
I didn't want to see you, but I also didn't want to fall apart like I did.
I had felt so strong.
I didn't need you anymore.
I wasn't dying to hear from you.
But your brown eyes went and melted me.
For a few minutes, I actually talked to you.
And against my will, I felt content.
Why do you do this to me?
I don't want you anymore, and you never wanted me.
But at the end of the day,
We always end up right back where we started.
Me wanting you, and you not caring.