not made up

I shouldn’t have gone inside your car that night, leaving my scent there if I wanted nothing. I must have gone there looking? I built myself to be a tough person, but I lost that every time when it came to you.

It was nice to see you live in your space, I couldn’t let myself say what I wanted then. I never wanted to make you cry—so I went again.

Honestly, I just wanted you to enjoy yourself for a while, but you were never that kind again. The air always smelled like weed, so you never wanted to talk about anything real. Seemed so ashamed of emotions. I never promised you anything, but the dog still barks outside my window.