Don't take my hand to leave me in the middle of nothing. Please stop making me feel like there's something when we both know clearly that there's none. It's not fair. You're not making any sense. Please stop treating me like I'm someone special when I know that there's no other person who wishes me to stay away more than you.
Please don't do this to me, I beg you.
I'm not as strong as everybody think I am. I think twice. I waver. I'm not as firm with my decisions as I always make myself to be, because truth is: I am liking what you're doing. I am beginning to love how it feels to have you around, and I fear that I'm getting used to it again.
Please don't this to me, have mercy.
I am in no position to push you away, nor am I in the position to cling on to you. But you are making it seem like I can do both.
Please don't this to me.
Please be fair.
