I wanted to do it.
Kiss him.
No.
Just a peck on the cheek.
No.
It's not that bad.
No. No. No. No.
Just do it.
He doesn't like me like that, you have to accept that.
So what? You can do it.
Stop.
Stop what?
Just stop... It's not ok.
It's really not.
I've learned to deal with the pain, and the ache.
But whether or not he likes me. I don't need your help.
Ok?
I'll make a move. When I want to.
YOU ARE READING
You're Insane Poetry/Prose
PoesiaSo buckle up peeps, you're going for a ride!! You don't wanna hear me rant, then don't get on my roller coaster please. Thanks.
