"I hate you." The words floated out of my smile and formed a smile on your face.
"No you don't." you replied with a smile. We both knew you were right.
The truth is, I far from hate you.
But the painful truth is, I don't want you to think I believe half the things you say.
I tried so hard not to get attached this time, but it's clearly too late
and now I'm left scared to death of one of the things I want most.

I avoid eye contact cause I don't want to be easy to read.
I hide my smile cause I don't want you to know,
but it's you that I need.
-DSY.