I Don’t Want To Talk About It.
What’s wrong?
I don’t want to talk about it.
What the hell do you want from me?
What I want doesn’t matter anymore.
God I can never win with you.
I’m the one who is losing.
What I wanted from you was for you to hold my hand the way you did when we fell asleep watching that movie, before we ever had our first kiss. I wanted you to pull the car over, look me in the eyes, and tell me you love me more than anything like you did on our summer camping trip. What I wanted was for you to fight for me like you fought for us when I told you I didn’t think we could handle the distance. I wanted you to sit with me on the couch, like you sat by my side in the hospital. I wanted you to do sappy stuff together on Valentines, because you were the first person I truly loved on that over rated commercial holiday. I wanted you to break open a bottle of wine, not break my heart on my birthday. I wanted you to stand up for me when people were talking shit about me, when they were calling me names to my face, when your own family wouldn’t mind their own business. I wanted you to tell me you wanted me more than anything, when I asked you what you wanted to do now. I wanted you to be as sad as you were when that other girl broke your heart and you two weren’t even dating. I wanted you to hold me when I was crying my soul out. I wanted you to hurt the way I hurt when I realized you woke up one day and realized I wasn’t worth it anymore. What I wanted was for you to tell me you gave a flying fuck about something, anything, even if it wasn’t me. But what I wanted doesn’t matted anymore, so please, for the love of Christ and all that is Holy, stop asking me that stupid question, because I’m never going to tell you.