The boy who loves me wonders why I won't tell him I love him. I don't tell him because of you. I don't tell him that I was scared to love and you were the one who made me do it. I don't tell him that I didn't want to open my heart to you but I did because you made me believe that you would never leave. I don't explain that the reason I flinch when people get close to me is because the only touch that I can feel is yours still lingering on my skin. I don't say that before you I didn't see a future until you forced me to picture one that I wouldn't ever be able to experience. I can't tell him because I'm still choking back the tears that I held in when you walked out of my bedroom and shut the door. You got so angry that I didn't open up but once you plied me open you left. And now I'm broken like your phone apparently was the night you were with the girl that made you lose your love for me. So maybe you could do me one ******* favor, and try to explain to the boy that really does love me why I can't love him back.