You don't have to be part of the problem

It was about back in February, the first time I thought I 'knew'. It was a monday, another monday - further up North than I'm used to, possibly lower down than you are. Or were before last year. You took up insentive, and follow I did - of my own accord. But it's ok, nothing is really as it seems; turns out you're falling for something a little insane. Turns out 2 years ago I fell for someone a little insane, and the year following. But this time round it's you - though you don't know I know about you. And to say I'm back where I was only the 2 years ago, you'd be telling lies. Slightly in denial, but it's fine - something I'm used to, where I've learnt just to go with it, why not? After all, it's not like I can get hurt. You're the one I'm worried about - I've heard you take a lot out of life, people, sometimes. I'm afraid to say you haven't truly met me yet - sarcastic, cynical at the best of times [God I still love You], part of the problem, if not the problem, you shouldn't give me second chances, though I may need a lot of them, constantly fearful.. of committing, trying to try at certain things, regular escapist and everything else that an escapist may want - death a few times, yes. To be alone, always, but not always. A regular idiot, or slightly more.

There's so much that you should know about me - he really should. Though who wouldn't turn away if they found out? I have a feeling he won't. The first, maybe not the last. I'll not judge it.