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[entralla]

When you are the kind of girl who doesn’t appreciate someone handing you his feelings on a silver platter...

我鍾意佢唔鍾意我。

Because there's always something about
The Chase
About being the one who initiates;
That semblance of taking control
When you actually have no control
At all -
Your emotions are dictated
Swayed
So easily
By a text or (more often) a non-text
By a friendly gaze
That lingered that fraction of a second far too long
To be *just* a friendly gaze
By a friendly touch
Placed that centimeter too far down your lower back
To be *just* a friendly touch
Well
At least that's what you convince yourself

我唔鍾意佢鍾意我。

Affections handed across on a silver platter
Easily gotten
Even more easily forgotten
He may have grabbed your hands
But did he ever grab your heart
Were you somebody to him
Or were you some body to him
Reduced to an object (or should I say subject) of
Lust
Disguised under the banner of (so-called)
Love
Honestly what's there for him to like
When you never did let him see
The real you
Your multi-faceted self
And vice versa

I wrote this a year or so ago and it still rings true for me.