She doesn't know anything of what I try to tell her. I start then I stop, because either two things can happen: Situation One : She won't listen completely and will get upset before the rest of what I need to say has left my mouth. Situation Two : Jealousy. Hurt. Stomachs turned inside out. And what's it to her anyway? Some things don't need to be said I say. Somethings are better left at peace. It's like stirring up dirt that could be better left in its place. I never boasted to be good at this sort of thing. I never said relationships or lack there-of were my forte. Because it's not bad. But hey I'm not saying it's good. Baby, baby, baby. baby. I dont know what there is left to say. So I think I should start this conversation over. I try to say what there is to say thats been turning over my brain the last few weeks. I have this knack of starting what I want to say but being quite good of changing it into something completely different. Mid way through sentence I think it is indeed better left residing behind my teeth. So here I lay, beating myself for nothing. For things I dont even have to tell you... but yet my conscience feels I must spill all over you. Girl. girl. girl. I hate your kind. Over and over again. I am cornered behind a dozen. I am catching myself saying things to them to lead them on. Over and over again. I am warding them off wondering where they got such ideas. So the story quite literally always went, I want them to want me. Even when I only want one. I want them all to want this. But my words are stuck trying to fit through the gaps in my lips. I didnt do anything. But I feel I've led a few astray.