To walk away

Sometimes
A Lot of times
I want to call him
And put my two hands over his cute, pump cheeks
And look into his eyes
And say everything I should have said
But he's not the him that I think he is
He's some construction I've edited in my mind
Of exactly the person I wanted him to be
Because all I wanted was something different
Something more lasting
A boyfriend
And I got one
And I hurt him
I hurt them all
And I would continue to hurt them
Semi amuse them
Take advantage of them
Scare them
Reject them
Because everyone loves rejection'
If I didn't just stick to what I've been sticking to all along
Which is to walk away.