She’s back, and this time she more confused than ever.
God she really needs you, and your answer.
It’s such a simple question!
Why do you take so long to answer?
“What’s there to live for ?”
She really just needs an answer.
She’s asked,
And asked.
All anyone says seems irrelevant.
She needs you personally to speak honestly.
You, and you alone can decide her fate.
(Unknowingly of course)
Why did you have to do this?
She was happy in her fantasy world.
She let reality take over,
Now she feels like a little kid who has been told there’s no Santa Claus.
Do you feel anything with her?
Or is she just some girl?
You think saying “Hi” in some hushed tone is going to fly?
Her response made her feel like a bitch. “No, I hate you”.
What you don’t know is that is her go to phrase.
“No” is hi.
“I Hate you” well she hates everyone.
Therefore she basically called you her friend and asked what’s up,
But it just came out wrong.
Sorry?
Maybe that’s what you needed to hear,
Or maybe you will do what she hopes and try again.
She really needs you,
Even if there is another girl.
She couldn’t care less about her and your “situation”
Jesus Christ could you please hide your boner when she’s nearby?
You think she’s a secret?
Well news flash sweetie,
EVERYONE KNOWS!
But why does she care?
Why is this girl so obsessed?
Well if you weren’t so nice,
Reliable,
or cute,
There would be no problem.
But you barely talk to her,
Why is she so invested?
Well truth is she doesn’t know.
She has always fallen for the wrong guys anyways.
She is such a fool,
And she is a beautiful idiot.
The feelings cut like knives,
The words stuck In her head like the how blood rushes,
That look you give her pulls the trigger.
You could look at her how a friend does,
But you really don’t.
You look at her like she is just another person in the crowd.
She can’t keep her eyes off of you!
She is hoping that maybe she will catch you looking at her like she is something,
Secretly staring at her how she does you.
But you don’t.
She is so hopeful,
She doesn’t know if she wants you to let her down,
Or finally realize that she likes you.
At least tell her something,
Please answer her question.
She is on the edge of her seat,
Waiting.
Each day the unanswered question goes by slowly.
Maybe she will be gone before you answer.
Maybe the pressure is too much,
And she might just slip away.
She is so curious if you would even care,
Maybe the other girl would finally be gone.
You couldn’t imagine all the terrible thoughts.
She thinks she knows you so well,
But she learns something new about you every day.
You once played a game where she asked about favorite things,
But those all change daily.
She regrets asking those petty questions,
and she wishes she asked something that was more thought provoking.
Your favorite color is navy?
Cool.
Ugh she needs you to answer the newest question.
The thought provoking question.
She will lose all her sanity if you answer this question moronically.
She puts you on a pedestal,
She thinks you are some great guy.
Who the hell are you?
Answer her question,
Then she can decide for herself.
