He holds my hand, I have an “itch.”
He hugs with both arms, I hug with one.
He leans in for a kiss, I peck him on the cheek.
He tries to send me texts, but I never respond.
He makes reservations, I say I have prior plans.
He buys me flowers, but I let them rot within a week.
He buys me candy, I give it to a friend.
He still loves me, I still love him not.
He tells me to go away, but I follow.
He replies with one worded responses, but I keep sending.
He tells me I’m annoying, but I think he’s bluffing.
He laughs at my clothes, but I think it’s a compliment.
He says he’s not my type, I deny it.
He loves me not, but I still love him.