deny me. deny that you felt passion when we kissed. deny that you felt love when we held each other. deny that you felt compassion when our hands touched. deny that your heart would soar when i stared into your eyes. deny that you felt something powerful and it frightened you. deny that you saw yourself with me and happy. deny that everything happened because you WANTED it to happen. deny that wanted more from me than friendship. deny that you never felt more than simple love for me. deny that you miss every single moment you spent with me. deny that your body shivered when i ran my fingers across your arm as we laid on the couch. deny that you wanted to kiss me that first night when i massaged your neck. deny that you wanted me to kiss you when i put my hand on your stomach. deny that you want to have the feeling you did when you were in my arms. deny that you were coming to see me because you wanted to be there. deny that i meant those things i said about your body. deny that i tell you the truth about my feelings. deny that i don’t deserve a chance to show you it could have worked. tell yourself that you made the right decision. tell yourself that you can replace me. tell yourself that you can replace the intimate things i’ve done to you. tell yourself that the attention i gave you was selfish. tell yourself that you don’t miss a fucking thing about me. tell yourself that my actions proved i was just like “them.” tell yourself that those petty excuses are valid to push me away. tell yourself that you never want me to look in your eyes again. tell yourself that i took advantage of the situation. tell yourself that i’m not the same person when you close your eyes, and that i’m not under your nose.