React

Did you ever stop to think about
what I think about?
Did it ever occur to you that maybe
I was tired of chasing you around
like a desperate little lapdog?
Did you ever wonder if you
were good enough for me?
Was I good enough for you?
Did you finally realize that
I'm tired of being your backup,
your rebound girl,
your in-case-of-emergency call?
Did you make it obvious enough
that you don't want to be
near me anymore?
You want space.
I want distance.
Did you know that it takes about
twenty muscles to smile
and hide my sadness?
It takes much more effort to walk away.
Did you think about me?
Did you think about me often?
Did you think of how I would feel?
Of how I would react?
Obviously not.
Because you left anyway.
Did you ever stop and think about
the fact that I was
falling in love with you?
Obviously not,
because you left anyway.