whenever i touch you,
you would flinch.
i asked you multiple times,
are you okay?
you would dodge the question.
it's annoying when people ask you:
are you okay?
are you okay?
are you okay?
are you okay?
but knowing people worry is a
warm feeling.
did you feel warm whenever i would
worry?
sorry,
that was another question.
whenever we would have sex,
sorry that was a little explicit
but let me explain,
it would end with you crying,
and me feeling like a dick.
sorry.
are you okay?
you: shut up you broken record.
me: sorry.
you: no, i'm sorry.
you: i'm the broken record.
i hesitantly put my hand on your shoulder.
but, i would start.
are you okay?
you finally shook your head.
no. you said.
i ended it with you.
not because i couldn't deal with your
drama and tear filled nights,
because i couldn't deal with another night
of asking you,
are you okay?
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