You flip like a quarter, changing everything: the way you speak to me and how everything that felt so right, now, couldn't be more off. How my curves you never noticed are now all you pursue. I hate always being here for you, I hate my being a safe bet. And the heart break you cause when you change your mind again. And how you still don't fully understand what I mean by 'I love you.' Now, I regret my feelings for they're causing detachment between a boy whom is far better for me than you could ever be.