You say interesting things, but you’re so strange.
I don’t want to be your friend.
We met three days ago and now you’re laughing about your childhood abuse.
I’m confused, but you make me laugh sometimes.
I like you more than I want to.
You light up when you see me. You act like we’re lovers.
You’re a hurricane in a bottle.
I look forward to seeing you.
You describe all the porn you’ve watched.
I want to run from you and love you. I think about you all the time.
I ask if you’re in love with me.
You give me the strangest look and ask what gave me that idea.
I feel stupid and confused. I can’t remember what gave me that idea.
Nervousness and confusion. I want away from you.
The more distance I put between us, the closer we get.
Maybe I love you.
You say you love me. You’re dating someone else. You say we'll get married. Now we’re just friends.
I want it over. Don’t call.
You find me and shower me with acid love.
I hate myself.
I build my own world, a bright, beautiful world.
I escape and you can’t find me.
Your ghost haunts me, covering me with your dark world.
I forgive you. I forgive you. For six months I forgive you. Your ghost-voice is silenced, and you are gone.
I can breathe and understand.
You needed a place to dump your pain and I was your vessel. You loved me the way you were loved: with white-hot acid.
I’m sorry you feel so much pain, but I can’t take that from you.
I don’t want to be your friend.
We met three days ago and now you’re laughing about your childhood abuse.
I’m confused, but you make me laugh sometimes.
I like you more than I want to.
You light up when you see me. You act like we’re lovers.
You’re a hurricane in a bottle.
I look forward to seeing you.
You describe all the porn you’ve watched.
I want to run from you and love you. I think about you all the time.
I ask if you’re in love with me.
You give me the strangest look and ask what gave me that idea.
I feel stupid and confused. I can’t remember what gave me that idea.
Nervousness and confusion. I want away from you.
The more distance I put between us, the closer we get.
Maybe I love you.
You say you love me. You’re dating someone else. You say we'll get married. Now we’re just friends.
I want it over. Don’t call.
You find me and shower me with acid love.
I hate myself.
I build my own world, a bright, beautiful world.
I escape and you can’t find me.
Your ghost haunts me, covering me with your dark world.
I forgive you. I forgive you. For six months I forgive you. Your ghost-voice is silenced, and you are gone.
I can breathe and understand.
You needed a place to dump your pain and I was your vessel. You loved me the way you were loved: with white-hot acid.
I’m sorry you feel so much pain, but I can’t take that from you.