I really hate when its going good, so good its perfect, and then you have to start with your feelings and push them to me. You like me, I get it, I like you too but I don’t need a push every time we touch. I’m not dumb, I know what’s going on, you don’t need to tell your girlfriends to ask me if I like you, man that’s so high school. I thought you were cool, mature for your age, but your running around like a school girl screaming my name. What the hell is going on? We’re friends but your acting like we’re married and I just committed adultery.
This is crazy, I know what I said, you can’t trap me by my own words. But your so obsess with the conversation that your playing chess with every word you saved. Well I’m not a pawn you push around forcing me to be your king. I’m not there yet, but now I don’t think I’ll ever be. I don’t rush when it comes to love but every chance you get you push me to the edge forcing me to talk.
There are things you just don’t talk about because the tittles are much more scarier than the actual thing itself. But your so desperate to be in a relationship that your willing to ruin a friendship just to see if there is more than friendship there. Whatever happened to not knowing, serendipity, letting things happen on their own. I really hate that you tormented me by my own words, trapped me in a corner, and then pushed me over the edge.
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