Masked Up

e i g h t e e n

my hands were always sweaty around you.

i was a panicky mess.

and you sensed that, i knew you did. and you would take advantage. even if that meant crushing me in the process.

and i remember when we danced in the rain of my 17th birthday, and i stepped on your toe. you giggled and called me a spazz. but that never hurt me, none of your words did. your words were like a barrier to the other words people would through at me.

lame.

loner.

loser.

then you came along.

spazz.

control freak.

shy.

but your words didn't hurt. never. but the words that hurt me the most were:

i'm not interested.