Sometimes I told people it was nothing. I told them what I couldn't stand so they would believe me. I told myself it wouldn't happen, and wasn't happening, and would never happen.
Sometimes I got tired of being the strong one.
You let me cut your hair, and wore the shirts I got you. I looked in your eyes. That was my mistake. Your eyes, your phone voice, your endless adoration.
Oh, did I say endless? My mistake. Oh, no, wait. Yours.