COME FOLLOW ME ON MY PERSONAL AND I’LL FOLLOW YOU BACK!!!
Do you truly care for me, like the way you seemed to care last Sunday? When you told me you liked the fact that I depended on you for a piggyback ride home, or as my personal heater on that cold metal bench, did you truly care for me? Did you care when you tried to make me feel better about myself? When you, yourself admit that you had stopped yourself willingly, from kissing me, even though I wish your temptations would have given up the first time. Did you care when you brought me out of the safety of the crook of your neck to search my face, as I tried to look everywhere but at you because I knew what was going to come next? What about when you gave in? When you looked at me and told me with your eyes that you didn’t care this one time. You didn’t care that our friendship could possibly fall apart from a simple action as two lips touching. You didn’t seem to care as you came back over and over to where my lips were pressed against yours. The only warmth I had felt on that cold night. In that moment you were utterly careless and I was fine with that. But you seemed to have carried on that carelessness to today, because today I wonder how much you cared that Sunday as your bared those two small bruises on your neck. Two bruises that didn’t come from my lips. Bruises that were not the mark of a punch or two, although it seems like those punches had missed you and hit me instead. And while I’m down and out from those blows I can’t help to look at you and see a face that still cares.