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...
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