I’m done. I’m done with your games. I’m done with you playing my heart on a string. I can’t handle you ignoring me and dissing me and then as soon as i start to move on you just come back again, talking and flirting with me. It hurts, because i know I shouldn’t let you. but, it’s you.I can’t say no to you, I can’t not reply to you. I loved you more than anyone and I wonder sometimes if you know. If you know that you can have me whenever you want; all you have to do is ask. Because you’re you. You’re my one. I wish you weren’t, but you are. I’ve had so many other chances, options from other guys but none of them are you. None of them make me feel the way you do, none of them capture my heart the way you do. It hurts because when I really, truly think about it, there’s nothing that amazingly special about you. You’re a jerk, you’re weird, you’re awkward, but you’re you. You’re the one person that i can never get out of my head, the one person i would do anything for. You don’t deserve me, but you have me in the palm of your hand and I can’t play this little game anymore, but yet i can’t stop. So i need you to tell me; i need you to look me in the eyes and tell me that you’ll never truly want to be with me, or that you will. I need you to give me an answer, because i’m done. I’m done waiting for something that might never happen. So just tell me what you want me to do, and i’ll do it.
