You were possessive, aggressive, obsessive,
and I was so clearly sixteen,
apprehensive, perceptive, susceptive.
I'll demonize you if I want to,
you went in for the hug
I never wanted. . .
I pull as far away as possible
because they warned me about you.
Yet you don't take the hint
and grab me anyway
pulling me into an
incredibly uncomfortable embrace.
So, as I walked away so clearly upset
you take my arm as if it's yours
and so quickly try to clear the air.
You're not making yourself look good to me,
or anyone else around us,
so please stop trying,and leave me alone.