chrislikewhoa

I'm no poet.

You ask me not to hate you.
How Could I?
You make my mouth curve.
Though theres not much to smile about now.

All I wanted was a chance.
To prove that I am not as bad as I seem.
I opened up to you.
I told you my secrets.
My insecurities.
I let you inside.

I want to still be friends.
But I know I'll want more.
I fear the akwardness that there will undoubtedly be.
Ask Vinny.
He knows.

All I wanted was a chance.
Did I take to long to prove myself?
Did I do something wrong?

You say I can hurt you.
I tell you I wont.
You have no reason to trust me.
I tell you, you do.

As much as I want to shut you out of my life for this.
I can't stop thinking about you.
I say goodbye.
Yet I know that I don't mean it.
I dont want there to be a goodbye.

So with this I ask that you don't take the easy way out.
Continue to take a chance on me.
Don't be afraid of the unkown.

I could get hit by a car the second I leave work.
Yet I'll continue to skate against traffic.

Don't give up on me...on this...just yet.