I asked him if I was pretty, he said no.
I asked him if he wanted me, he said no.
I asked him if he liked me, he said no.
I asked him if I left would he cry, he said no.
I turned and started to walk away.
He grabbed my arm and said
you're not pretty, you're beautiful.
I don't want you, I need you.
I don't like you, I love you.
If you left I wouldn't cry, I would die.
