I still get nervous.
I still get jittery.
But it doesn't mean anything.
Because I feel like that when I'm in trouble, too.

No more love for you.
I don't love you anymore.
But you were someone.
And even if it's past tense, that'll always be the case, whether I like it or not.
I wish I could simply hate you for no reason.
But there were too many good times, I guess.

I don't know if I want things to be how they used to be.
Personally, I don't think that'd work anyway.
I shake and my heart beats. But it's nothing. Don't worry about it.
Though, it may sting unlikely enough, you're nothing to me now.

Who I'm talking about might be a mystery.
But I know who the person in my mind is.
The person I relate this to.

It'd be easier if we could stay friends. Forget anything happened.
Forget you hurt me. Forget I hurt you.
That's how I'd like it to be, sometimes.
But that's childish.
Running away doesn't get me anywhere.
Facing my problems does, though.

"You're okay, right? With this?"
I'd like to ask that.
I'd like it to be the truth.
But what I like and what the facts are, are completely different.
I can't run away.

So I decided to throw you back in the pot.
Because if I don't. I know for sure, things will never change.
If I lose anything, I'll just throw you out.
Simple.

But I don't want to gain anything from you but resolution.
Just know that.