You breathe down my neck,
With your pink curly letters,
Suggesting of me,
Things I'd never do...
And I know I am supposed to care,
I'm supposed to wrap myself in you,
But that's not something,
That I will do,
You follow me in the halls,
Expecting a kiss and a hug,
Your touch makes my skin crawl,
And I feel sick on the inside...
I can't take a deep breath,
Without you asking if I'm alright,
Stop following me,
Let me live my own life.
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