Why won't you let me love you,
The way that I could have loved you?
you preach 50/50 but you're 100 and you won't let me be more.
I hate how you look at me, with desperation and recognition.
The recognition that you finally know what you did but that I've forgiven you.
I know you want me but you don't act like it.
You can't even maintain eye contact.
You don't speak to me anymore
what hurts the most is before everything happened you wouldn't even let me be your friend.
Yet you sent me strange messages? with strange meanings? and you get angry with me liking a guy. Ugh this is so confusing. This, everything, is only weird because you made it weird.
