Pink Promise pt. 2

The minute I stop giving you attention you feed me more lies pretending to understand what I'm going through in every reply. So stop throwing out your pinky like it will somehow sow the pieces back into place, stop puffing up my ego because I'm done molding to your emotions, and I'm tired of being the one undesired. Now I'm stuck writing a stupid poem, confessing my feelings about you, but if I'm being honest know that even if I'm done playing your cupid, it does not mean that I still don't care about you. And that's a pinky promise.