head mess | poetry

| dear boy |

dear boy,

i would love it if you would trust me. i would love it if you would believe me when i told you it is a lost cause. speaking to me, trying to make me laugh. do not do that, please, i beg. each time i see you walking over to me, i can feel my shoulders sag and my heart droop. only because i know you feel bad for me. and that is what i hate the most. stupid boy-i don't want your fucking pity. no i don't want you to tell me that i am quiet and that i am shy, i don't want to hear that from you. i don't need a stranger telling me the obvious. i don't need a stranger's pity, and certainly not yours. so, stupid boy, trust me when i say it's a lost cause. don't talk to me because you see me all alone. chances are i am alone for a reason. a reason you'll find out sooner or later if you don't take my advice and stay away.

sincerely,
the girl you pity

[r.k.]