Buttercup, baby.

I tried to be self-less
for someone who's selfish.

You knew the past still haunts me,
yet you talked about it freely.
Carelessly.

You wanted to end up to me,
yet you end up ending me.

The walls I was trying to build.
The hole I am tired covering up.
The tears I was trying to hold back.
You messed it up.

Are you buttercup?
How do you build me up,
just to let me down?