Killing you slowly

I'm 15, I live in the 7even 7even 5ive. R3N0, NV to be exact. I'm a singer, I'm a writer, I'm a dancer. Now how does that all work out? I have no idea either. I like to be alone most of the time, I hate the silence. I would like to run away someplace all by me self. My blogs have hidden meanings dont try to hard to think about them.
Mon Dec 7

blahh :/

He says he loves me I crave for more.

You say you love me I willingly ignore.

His love does nothing but pull me in.

Your love I didn’t even want to begin.

You will kiss me and crave for my every touch.

He wont even kiss me but still knows how to make me blush.

You talk to me as if I’m something special sent from above.

He talks to me as a regular person that he just so happens to love.

He barely gets upset with me.

You go through another day angry.

He knows just the right things to say.

You push me away every single day.

But some how your sweet talk knows how to draw me back.

But some how his sweet talk keeps me realed in.

Can there possibly be too large of a decision than a simple you or he?