Dec 09
Dear You.
We’ve spoken once in the last week.
And it was over facebook.
“Are you really mad at me?”
Did you seriously ask me that?
Of course I’m mad. And I will stay mad. That’s a dumb question.
And to answer the one before, no I don’t hate you. I’ve tried hating you. I’ve said it. But I could never mean it.
You hugged me last night. And it was one of your warm, soft, long hugs. And all I thought was no. You can’t have it both ways. It’s me, or it’s her. You can not have us both.
Here’s your choices: Treat me like that, while your MINE.
Or don’t treat me like that, and don’t talk to me.
I can’t handle some other girl having your attention.
