Nice. Naive. Beautiful

I know we're not supposed to have expectations for people, nor are we supposed to imagine something without really knowing, raising the bar to a nevel we aren't sure that they can reach, but, even with knowing this, I did it anyway.
Maybe I seemed different, because I was waiting a different response.
Maybe it wasn't what you expected, because you were not what I expected.
Anyway, what happened, happened. What was said, well, that's all done and gone now too.
I know this seems old fashioned, but, I wanted to be rescued.
Everything just kind of blurred together. My stomache tied into a not, my head is exploding, and my eyes shut them selves, because they scream "STOP! NO MORE!"
For you, everything is for our good. For me, this was a complete dissaster.
You see, you never asked how I was feeling. You never wondered what I thought.
Well, maybe you asked once, but you asked in response to what you said.
I have so much to say, but, I want you to want to know.
Stupid, silly, naive, well, I don't care.
I know that it shouldn't burn this much, I know that it shouldn't matter the way it does, but I can't let go of this. It's a problem, and until I understand how to solve it, I can't move on.