Thank Goodness This Is Senior Year

I asked you multiple times
And you responded with smiles
But not the kind of smiles people like to see
It's the kind that says
"You seem nice
And you seem like you're tough
But I don't want to hurt your feelings
So I'll leave my words up to your imagination
And try to be cute while you think"

And for years, I sighed while you've smiled
And I've let your lack of words be their own thoughts
Because I'd hate to read you wrong
Which is what I always do anyways.

And because I've always been on the other end of the line
Even when you haven't
And because I've always been a warm hand
Even when I've been freezing
I'm allowed to say this now

You're too late.
That wink and baby face is not enough anymore
And I'm willing to make you mad to get my point across
You messed this up
Not me
Because my eyes were always open
And you're only now just peeking
And squinting in the sunlight may be better for your eyes
But I need someone who is willing to burn for me
And that's not you
Because I've been burned and shattered and bloodied and grungy for you
But you won't even take your hands out of your pockets for me