3 am Thoughts

G

I went to your party.

I stayed up all night babysitting you while you decided to "take a trip."

I started dreaming about you in a PG-13 kind of way.

We became genuine friends that hangout together.

My subconscious is convinced that I'm into you but when I'm awake, I'm fully content with just being friends.

Yes, I'm flirty but that's just how I am.

I was on your longboard in the parking lot and you made sure that I didn't fall.

You made things awkward when you told our coworker that I was head over heels in love with you because I called you "love".

I call everyone love.

It's a sign that I care about you.

I guess I cared too much.

I would classify it as an infatuation because we're not compatible in the slightest.

Then you cut yourself on a blade and I played nurse.

You thanked me when the bleeding finally stopped and mouthed "I'm sorry."

I was going to clock out a few minutes late, I had accepted that, but you kept pushing.

I started yelling "shut up" repeatedly at you, but you wouldn't stop.

I didn't apologize because I don't think that I was wrong.

Now, I'm more annoyed that you didn't just come up to me and tell me to fuck off.

I gave you the chance to tell me yourself, but you didn't.

You say that you don't trust me, but told me secrets that you haven't even told a therapist.

You trust me, G.

We'll both take that to the grave though.

Updated

I walked into the store and you ran to the back.

You ignored me to the point someone asked me what was wrong.

You decided that we weren't friends anymore out of the blue.

You told everyone that we weren't friends anymore before ever talking to me.

What was the point of that?

You finally texted me and said that I need professional help.

You told the one person at work that we both hated about your problems with us.

I put my ass on the line for you.

I cared so deeply for you and your well-being .

You betrayed me, G.

You're killing me, G.