I hated when people told me to
s t o p ,
I felt as though that was a sign of
hatred .
you'd always told me to
s t o p .
but I couldn't tell
how you'd meant it .
my hope for you was too strong,
and I won't ever forget the day
you'd told me to
s t o p trying .
for I was confused,
and that's when I realized,
all those times you told me to
s t o p,
you'd wanted me to s t o p
bothering you .
you wanted me to give you up .
and when I did,
you begged me to try again .
