I'm Afraid To Talk About How I Feel

I have to see her again tonight. I hate this feeling. I wish I never saw her pretty face again. When she walks in the room the tension is so thick neither of us can hardly breathe. But she won't acknowledge that she broke my heart, & I wont come out & say it. It is a stalemate. My mind screams at me when I am in her presence. I just want to yell at her for leading me on, then dropping me like a broken toy she had no interest in anymore. That's exactly what I am, a broken toy.