Not worth it. (go back »)

How did it start. I wrapped my arm around your waist. I was protecting you. You kept playing with my hair. You kept trying to make me laugh. You lay your head in my lap and let me put braids in your hair. Even though you hate it.

The invitation. Innocent. Come hang-out. We hung-out. You across my body, laying on me on the chair. The Darkness. You sing. You keep trying to tickle me. You can't tickle me. I tickle you. You find my hip. Innocent. Innocent. I see what you are thinking.

You are wrong. I am a bitch. It's not worth it. I'm not worth the trouble of getting your heart broken. It's what I do. It's what I will do.

Midnight conversation. I'll tell you somehow. It's not worth it. I wish it could be. I'd love to let my guard down and I'd love to be the one hurt. I won't let it happen because I would break your heart first. I'd love to love you. I'd love to just like you. But I can't.

It's too late. They aren't asleep. I can't. Why me? You never say it. I'll tell you eventually. It's not worth it. I'm not worth the trouble. I'm sorry.