Three years later

And yet, I continue to let you call all the shots.  I am so sick of you, right now.  So sick of you being a complete idiot about life.  I am here, and god damn it I care about you.  I love you.  You can't even say that word anymore.  Liar.
You don't understand that it's all been done before.  You're not the first person who has decided not to associate with me in public.  You're not the first person to want to keep things "quite" for a while.  But do you remember what happened the last time I was crying about a boy who was treating me like I was worthless?  I let him have everything.  I regret that still.  I'm not going to let you have everything, I've learned my lesson. I'm taking back my heart.
There are men who keep trying to save me.  I tell them I don't need saving from you.  Soon though, soon I'm going to let one of them sweep my off my feet.  I need to be loved, not despised. 
I have done everything I can not to hurt you, but I just don't care anymore.  You clearly have no problem hurting me.
All I want, at the end of the day, is someone to do homework with, someone to curl up with on a rainy day.  Obviously this is too much to ask, from you at least.  Luckily for me, you're not the only fish in the sea.
Goodnight, my brown eyed heart-breaker.  You're exactly what everyone warned me about.