9:26 pm

Today you handed me a letter, written on a torn page.
Written in pink.
In your handwritting.
You asked how i was going, even though i was sitting right near you.
I said i was good thankyou.

Your words told me that you were advised by a friend
to tell me how you feel.
You told me you liked me
had feelings for me
But you know i don't feel the same.

You asked for a chance
Only one

You messaged me
You said you were pained
Ended with x's and o's




I don't want this.

I ignored.