I hate how quickly things can change

Don’t do this to me.

One moment, I’m the first girl you’ve had legitimate feelings for in years and you adore me. You try to protect me and make me laugh and miss me when I’m gone.

And now, right now, you won’t talk to me. We usually text all day every day, but you won’t talk to me.

You tell me I’m too “abrasive.”

What did I do? And why the hell do I actually care?

You were supposed to be the one with any emotional investment in this, this whatever we have.

But somewhere in the short span of a month, my heart fell into it too.

Stupid, stupid girl, you know better than this.

I’m crying over you. You’re not even mine and I’m crying over you.

Oh lonely, broken boy, why do you have to go and try and break me too?

Can’t you see I’m already broken? I’m like you.

I miss you. I’m sleeping with your jacket.

What the hell is this. Why am I caring? I never care. I never care.

I always care.

~ by lunare on July 9, 2009.