I spilled out my heart to you the way people spill their coffee in the morning, it was spontaneous, sudden, emotional, and exposing. Now I'm left as a ball of vulnerability, and now I know that everytime I look at you you know too. You know too.

You know how I feel, I told you ******. You know how painful this is to me and how much it hurts whenever I see you and I want to speak to you. Yet, you aren't saying anything.

I'm so tired of treating you like you're such a fragile little china doll, don't hurt the little boy he has a lot going on right now! Because you know what? I have a lot going on too.

I spilled my heart out to you and you're ignoring it, stepping on it, crushing it with each moment of silence you give me. You've known now for three days, when will this end? I can't wait for you to make up your mind in a couple of months; I'll be gone by then. I need you to make up your mind now, to just figure your emotions out and tell me.

Because honestly, I don't care what you say anymore. I want you to admit to me everything you feel, but that isn't going to happen. You and that ******* huge ego won't allow that, now will you? I just want you to say something. Don't look at me and talk to me and pretend everything is okay, because you and I both know it's not.

It's not okay and I'm not okay.