You say you’re hard to love, and yet your eyes have been dancing through my head all day. You say you’re fragile, and so I wrap you into my arms and don’t dare move. You said thank you, but I know now that the flowers I sent were just another thing you were struggling to keep alive. You said you were mine, but I kept throwing rocks at your window and you kept building up more walls. You say that we’re over, yet your hand keeps making its way towards mine. I know its been nine months and I know that you say you are happy, but I’m still sitting outside your window declaring my love, hoping to God you don’t choose to jump.