You

You. I feel like you're not caring... and all my friends are suddenly talking to you, and pushing their greasy lips up against your sweet ear. I can't stand it. I can hardly speak to you. My stomach flip flops over and churns as fast and roughly as waves. My eyes burn into the back of your head. My lips speak tongues of the devil. Yet when you turn, a smile tugs at my mouth and I wrap my arms around you carefully. Once I let go and am gone, the pain seeps back in. Or more, crashes back onto me, almost taking me down. You know who you are. Don't you dare play me.