You're going to be trouble, i can tell

We talked about why it was a bad idea if we were to get together. You brought it up, not me. Why? Now you have me wondering if it is really that bad of an idea. We discussed that if we were to do so it would be either the best or the worst. Which is pretty vague. It seemed as though we were trying to convince ourselfs more than anything. You asked why i was holding back. I couldn't tell you although I knew that it wouldn't matter. You already knew.
I stopped to think are you this way with everyone? All of the little girls who throw themselves at you? The ones who only know this persona you put on. the ones that you know are only doing this to say they did. or is it just me the one who knew you before. The one who still comes around time after time even though their heart cracks a little more each time. The one who pretends because pretending is the closest to the real thing they can have and probably will ever have. Sometimes I hope you make it, Get everything you've worked so hard for. Everything you have dreamed of. I hope you look back when that does happen and when you feel more lonely than you have ever imagined you could possibly be, and you remember me. Not them. And know that the reasons they all left you, the reasons you think you are alone, are my favorite part.
Though I have a feeling i'll be the one telling the story when I see your poster, or hear a song on the radio of "I used to know him. All of them. We were friends at one point. and him. I don't know why but he kept me around for so long breaking my heart, he would still have it if he wanted it. But he's probably changed for the worse I'm sure it's gone much farther than the last 'change'. I'm sure he's forgotten. I wonder if he actually remembers any of it at all."