I hate it when it gets this way. When it hurts to look at you, like pouring peroxide on a burn. All I want to do if touch you, to feel you burn. You are so cold, always, your fingers are like ice, I wish I could melt you. But what am I to you? Just a boy toy that's for sure. Only for the sex, you made that clear to me, but I don't care, well I didn't care. I'm sure you don't care about me, and never will, use me, take me, break me. That you will and more. And I will lay there and let you. Crushing me saying that my silly poetic words are wasted, no one cares. The days go by with out anything happening, school, homework, your words stabbing me in the heart. Your apathetic glances. Fuck You! I don't need this, I'm better then that, aren't I? I am right? Right? I have friends, I'm loved by my family, which is more then I can say about you. Don't think I haven't seen those scars you have on your back. Fuck you Draco Malfoy. I don't need you. only my heart seems to think that.
