Opposites Attract

Punk Phil
Pastel Dan

"Just say it Dan, say that you're in love with me; please." Phil pleaded. I starred right into his Icey, bloodshot eyes. His cheeks flushed stained with tears. "I, Daniel Howell am not in love with you." Phil's breathe hitched in the back of his throat. "Dan, no! You- - you don't mean that..." Phil whispered stepping closer to me. He grabbed both of my hands, I pulled away harshly. "Don't touch me, stay away from me. I never want to see your pathetic face again." I scream pushing Phil's chest making him lose his balance tumbling backwards. Tears streamed down his face, his lips quivering. He licked the cold metal on his lips toying with it. The look of broken was written on the punk below me, my flower crown know lays out of place on my head I could really care less at the moment. I refused to let any tears fall he's seen to much of me especially showing my heart break. The heart that he's already broke. I couldn't love Phil Lester the love he gave me was used, pointless and toxic for my touch.