The moment is calm
but I am far from that.
I must tell you,
so that you will know
in case my actions haven't
told you...
I love you.
You give me that look.
I hate that look.
And for a moment
I would take my words back.
So much pity is there
in your eyes.
Screw your pity.
I don't need it.
This is my choice
I find it easier to tell you
than to go on pretending.
You don't love me.
You needn't repeat that.
Don't act
like I have asked something of you.
I just thought I would
tell you
So that you would know.
That once
some girl loved you
Who you gave nothing to
on purpose.
She loved you for the man
you are,
the man you shall become.
She loved you
remember that.
And all you could do was
push her away,
pity her,
and make her feel stupid.
As if merely loving you
retarded her.