Done

You're the king of mixed signals, I'm the queen of excuses, together, we're sort of a beautiful disaster. He reached for her hand. "I don't want to lose you." His voice was almost in a whisper. She could feel the tears again, & she fought them back. "But you don't want to keep me either, do you?" To that, he had no response. and i know that we don't talk much & sometimes we even walk right by each other in the hall without saying a word, or looking at each other, but then there's those times when our eyes meet & i know that deep down, you still miss me across the hall she walks as her blue eyes sparkle. she puts on a smile && they'll believe she's okay, but behind those eyes are tears waiting to burst. Behind that smile are feeling they'll never understand it's pathetic how much you used to mean to me. how much i adored you. how you were pretty much my entire fucking world & screw it. I'm done