talk to me just enough so that the next time you’re h**** you can use me
and ill let you emotionally manipulate me ill let you
if just once in a while you pretend you miss me, and ill dream up a fantasy where you mean it
so that i can pretend that the photos i send you are romantic
and that your attraction to me sends shocks through your spine
but while im here lying in bed spooning my pillow, thinking of you,
you will not be thinking of me
and when i wake up and roll over and my tired mind forms your face next to mine
i will know, but not acknowledge,
that the only part of you thats in love with me is your d***
so m********* to those f****** photos i sent you and ill m********* to the idea that you are
but im begging you to please ruin your life and love me love me
because you have already ruined mine.
so please, get lonely and convince yourself that you’re in love with a stranger,
cause my palm has recently felt more love
than my past lovers have.
ill wrap my legs around my doona
but its not warm-its not you.
ill numb my hand, just so i can touch the other and feel less alone,
and this is so so sad but i think i love you and i cant keep spending my nights alone with these thoughts.
the fucked up thing is
i would probably let a stranger touch me just so i could close my eyes and imagine that it was you.
