i had just started to get used to the idea of us, of your nice good morning messages, of your weird loving moods, of your sweet words, of your unbelievable fake love.
why did you allow it? after everything i did for you?
i lost myself trying to love you.
isnt that what you call love? isnt that what you wanted? someone to love you so bad that it hurt?
i gave you that, but you didnt give it back.
