I gave you a second chance, not because I wanted to because I felt bad. This was your screw up not mine. Yet somehow im the one whos being punished, I told you I needed time to mend what was broken. Here we are one of us picking up the pieces and the other one watching. I try to be normal and show you love and affection but your distant. I kiss you you and you're withdrawn. You tell me you don't know why, to eventually tell me you're reserved because your not sure if that's what I want. I wouldn't be kissing you if I didn't want too, and you say you want the same thing. If you wanted me you would have me. The fact of the matter is you don't want me. You want what I can give you, to feed your ego, to make you feel wanted. To treat you the way a woman deserves to be treated. Those things are gone, along with me. Play your games, try and manipulate me. But its not going to work, im moving on to something better. Something I deserve, someone who respects and cherishes me.