Monday, March 23, 2009

On self-worth

“What? Which one am i?”
“The one that pushes guys away,” she’d said.
“When they get close.”

Ironic, considering the chain of last nights conversation with you.

“What is your problem?” You had asked.
“Er, I don’t really have a problem.”

And I was annoyed you never seemed to take a moment for me.

“I’m really bad at getting back to people,” you’d said.

I proceeded on a self-deprecating rant on how it didn’t matter to me whether I mattered to you or not.

“Are you done?” And you'd said it as if it were a statement. You'd waited patiently for me to finish.

“Why does everything have to be so complicated with you.”
“You can’t push me away.”

And how do you seem to know me so well, when you really shouldn’t know me at all.

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