I'm flirting more.
I figured he'd like to hear that,
That I'm not as attached as I was before.
I thought he'd like it.
Turns out he didnt and wants me back again.
But now it's too late to go back to the way I was before.
I've made it this far.
I'm going to make it the rest of the way.
I'm not going to be draged back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem