Repeatedly Chipped

Stop being you. Stop saying things you don’t mean. You just lead me on and every time I believe you, because I want to believe you do really mean it, just this time. You do little things that hurt me, not consciously because you would never do that. Things that I know you don’t mean to do. I know you care about me, that’s nice, but you don’t want me enough to commit. So let’s just stop playing this game. It’s not fun for me anymore; I keep on getting hurt. But not hurt enough, not hurt enough for me to finally say I’m getting over you. So I need you, I need you to stop playing this game because I stopped playing a long time ago. I need you to tell me what you really want because I know what you want is not what I want and I know that will hurt, really badly. So I need you to do that for me, have the decency to just tell me. Because I will hurt, and hopefully that will hurt me enough to convince myself to let go. So if you do care about me, tell me those things you don’t have the heart to say, hurt me, really badly. In the long run, it’ll be good for me, good for us both.