I can't stop thinking about what could have been.
I still want you like fucking crazy, but i won't abuse your kind gesture of allowing us to talk by trying to sap you into something you don't want.
Your happiness comes before mine at this point. Feels uncomfortable to take a back seat but that's how important you are to me. In other words, I'll be only as involved as you'd like, and ill be damned if you hurt again. I'd rather take the hurt than you.
My mom liked holding my hand when i was in all my dental surgerys as a kid. That's how i feel about you now. I want to be like her.
I want to be good for pain not the source of it.
You're my homie; i got you.