I know that you are lying to me.
i can see it in every little interaction.
It’s ok though, because it makes what I’m planning a lot easier.
am i giving up because my suspicions have been confirmed?
or am i using it as my excuse to walk away?
I’m honestly not sure myself. but why exactly do i feel guilty?
because for once the stars aligned in my favor, and it left you in a shadow.
as if every little
skipped heart beat
sacharin sweet compliment
sheet wrenching orgasm
was based in a fucking lie?
I’ve never been anything more than a fuck to you.
and for awhile, i actually let my sad childish heart
that you might actually love me
even though everything says otherwise.
and now that someone else is stepping up, and reminding me that there is so much more to feel
i don’t think i care.
i know i don’t.
i just have to tell my heart that.