I hate to look at you today. It almost makes me sick to think that I've touched your face, that I've kissed your lips, that I've felt you inside me. In my mind I try to act like it never happened. I try to block you out like that day in 2nd grade when I threw up in class. It never works, memories invade my thoughts at the worst times, like when you are sitting at your desk watching someone else move, like you used to watch me.
Reason for writing:
Rejection from a guy I work with.
Birth sign: Aries
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