you flirt with me innocently through a receipt my last night at here and for the last three months i tried to justify the casual verbal and physical ****** harassment that was happening before me - to me because he was easy on the eyes and he dressed up ***** words to make them sound poetic and pretty and anything but romantic nobody had to ask why i was leaving because i didn't tell anyone except for the managers - all but one the one who is known for this pattern of taking us naΓ―ve girls to the beer cooler in the back to do anything but what was gentlemanly and i ate up every single line like they were candy hearts because he made my head blow up like a balloon he's in there now smiling like nothing's wrong and when it's blatantly obvious that everything about what he does is so wrong - even illegal - that's what merits a "what's wrong" and i don't know why i still love you because you haven't once attempted any of the things you said you would you've just pulled me so fearlessly close that i have to get as far away as possible because the "l" word scares me and you would rather her than i and you're caged up in the same home as someone you probably have to share a bed with even though you don't want to you blame it all on the way your parents raised you and the nightmare your mother had meanwhile i would've cared for you relentlessly and i do?