Don't look at me
because it hurts
and this isn't what I need
right now.
The words spinning
out of your mouth
are the spitting image
of the hell you keep
putting me in.
Look, I'm sorry, okay?
I didn't mean it.
I tried so hard to say
what I was feeling
but it came out the
opposite.
I'm sorry.
God, just stop it.
It isn't fair.
You make me
want to slap the living shit
out of you
for talking to me
like I'm one of those
girls you're always saying
run after you.
But, at the same time,
you make me want
to be one of them.
So, there's a slight chance
maybe you'll look at me.
But, please,
don't look at me.
It hurts too much.
