I didn’t write this for me tonight. I wrote this for you. Because I see it.

It’s something about the way you look at me… Like you already know what I’m thinking.

You ever let someone love you wrong… just because it still felt better than being alone? That’s what this was.

I remember the way I tried to push you away like it was going to protect me. Like if I made you feel small… you wouldn’t see how broken I actually was.

I don’t think I’ve ever met a man who doesn’t need me to respond. You know how most men are… They text again. They double call. They try to fill the silence like it scares them.