You say that you love me.

And honestly.

I wish I could believe you.

When you say those magical

3 words that girls yell about.

My heart shatters.

Because I know you don't love me.

You love the idea of me.

The idea that i'm here 

Whenever you want me to be.

The idea that you can just 

Throw me around.

Because i know i'm too weak to do

ANYTHING. About it.

You love that idea don't you.

I never did.

I just became the idea.

It swallowed me whole.

And I don't plan on finding a way out anytime soon.