Why did you have to look at me like that?
You shouldn't have been so nice to me.
I wish you never told me what I did to you.
How I looked at you.
You didn't have to point out what I already knew.
"You always look up at me, push your hair behind your ears, and then look back at the ground..."
I hate that you noticed that.
Couldn't you have noticed that before.
When it would have been easy.
Now I can't help but feel so angry that you are trying hard now.
When it's too late for you.
I was questioning everything.
I still am.
You aren't the answer anymore.
Are you trying to **** me with kindness now that I've already died from falling when you weren't ready to catch.
What if it isn't you anymore?
I keep thinking about the fact that I told you it used to be you.
I shouldn't have let you know.
I shouldn't have looked back at you like that.