fuck
I love you
I talked about you all day
and even pretending to hate you
I love you so much
it will tear me apart
only because I know that
you simply don't want me
and my narcissistic self
still feels the sting
of not having you
wanting me
(it's just so unfair
you see?
I wish I could stop
I swear I wish I could.)
you're behind my walls
the walls of my room and
the walls of my mind
freely bouncing around
I wish I could talk about you
and not want to disappear
I wish I could talk to you
without wanting to keep you near
it's sickening
how you make me feel
I used to be a normal person
now look at me
please
just take a look
what can you see?
there's nothing but a broken desire
and pale hands
