turning around.

Maybe this is wishful thinking.
you, with your stares piercing through me, irritate me and twist my stomach in a knot at the same time.
i feel your eyes on me, staring intensely, as if trying to burn a hole in my face.
if you claim you dont have anything for me, then why did you turn around when you walked away?
were you hoping i would be looking at you, and your self-satisfaction was all that mattered?
you didnt think about how i would feel, when my friend told me that you turned around.
because i dont matter to you.
i know we are both afraid.
afraid of judgements, of commitment, and of others.
but we are gonna have to talk one day, and maybe its for the best, if we stop being so frightend.
nothing good ever comes out of being afraid.

dont turn around, if you dont want me.