because I trusted you were open about yours
You made me a fool
You pressured me into processing my emotions faster than i could recognise what it was that i felt, on the spot.
You couldn't give that in return and i would never have asked that of you.
keep talking until what you say could count.
keep talking until you make enough sense for yourself.
i'm not going to be your fool.
You served your purpose for me, but i couldnt have served my purpose for you.
Now someone else can teach you __optimism__,
patience and what its like to feel free.
You gave up too soon
like you did with the meringue
of the lemon pie.
if i left it like you did
we'd have went to your aunts
with empty hands and let down hearts.