Remorseful

You look through empty windows and think it should be raining over yourself. You trace around objects that are dusty thinking you'll grow accustom to these bad habits. You won't love him tomorrow you say. It's not going away that easily. This feeling of regret, You put yourself into. You won't tell him the truth and I won't say it either because it's not my place. I believe one sad soul is better than one guilt ridden of a liar one.

You're getting yourself into a mess. You lie about everything and even about how your day went. He sometimes joke about meaningless things you sometimes wish they were true. You should be glad that he closed the window and opened a door instead. He loves you. He says his lucky he can talk to you about anything while you're telling him to 

"Shut up, I don't want to hear it."

You wish he'll do something drastically wrong.

You want him to hurt you already.

You wish he'd give you a excuse and reason to leave.

But when he does, Don't come back to me and realise what a mistake it was closing that door.