Not even next to worth it

Infatuation has such a clever appearance, I couldn't quite distinguish you from love

So I used my adolescent tendencies, and said it

And believed it for a while.

Why am I always so empty inside?

Some reckless boys pour their hearts into me, and I dump them on the sidewalk.

No one ever gets to me; but really, I'm just scared.

I'm scared to feel deeply, and love purely, and I'm mostly scared to admit to myself that I'm not, in fact, hopeless.

It's hard though to fall when all I want to do is fly.

And when the people who believe to have your heart hold you down and try to teach you lies about the world.

I am not, and will not be told that I am anything of ignorance.

I'll be wrong if I am, but you refuse to let go, and I don't want to turn into that kind of lover.

You're quite complex, but not in any way that I would congratulate.

Manipulative is more accurate a term, in fact, I think that fits you with ease.

Because retrospection is a very clear way to judge life.

Unfortunately, it can only relay the past, and hopefully you learn.

Boys are only boys, and want nothing more than puppets to love.

I will not ever succumb to any form of that.

I'm a girl, with a big mind to fill and big dreams to chase.

Love is something that never needs chasing.