Ice in Your Eyes

I asked a simple question today,
but the answer never came to me,
instead it changed and twisted
into more and more questions.

Was it me, or them, or both,
that made you run the other way,
after making sure I'd hit the bottom
of the biggest bottle you could find?

Why was it more important
to tangle me up in your lies,
rather than cut me free,
and just let me smile again?

How could I have been so ignorant
not to see the ice in your eyes
the frost that chilled you inside and out,
because there is no soul to warm you?

Why did you only kiss me
when you were apologizing to me,
or when you exerted your control,
showing others that I was your belonging?

Then I remembered what you told me,
as we kissed in the morning rain;
"Guys don't kiss their whores,
they kiss their girlfriends."

So my last question for you,
is just as easy as the first one.
Why wasn't I good enough to be
your girlfriend all of the time?