"You're a little obsessed with me and I'm a little bit scared of you, The way you look and stare at me, maybe it's time I let you know... You could call me six times but still I won't pick up the phone You could spend all your money on me but still I'll say no You could write a million letters everyday confessing to me That I am the girl of your dreams."
I can forgive it, I can't forget it, you left me here with all these scars and the cuts are left opened. I don't know why but you keep coming back to me although those times were long gone. You expect me to move on and I am moving on but i can't seem to stop thinking of how you used to treat me with care and then just break me. Whenever I talk about you, I'd remember everything that we used to talk about. Everything, every word you said to me. I remember every single thing up till now and I don't know why i do. I want to hate you but, I can't. Because the more I try to hate, the more everything comes back booming into my head.
In black and white I read the screen, all your lines and in-between. Then your message on the phone, I save to hear when I'm all alone. And Now I know just what to say, this doesn't happen everyday.
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Qazimah, sixteen.
temperamental & do not like sleepovers. 15 july 94.
"You're a little obsessed with me and I'm a little bit scared of you,