Isn't it pathetic
How much I write about you
5, 10, maybe even 20 poems
Written just for you
You consume my head
Eating away my brain
Now all I can think is mush
You've taken so much from me
I liked you at one point
I really did
This thing that we're doing
Is always going on and off
You loved me one day
Before you got bored
How could you move on so quickly?
I wish I could do what you do
I wish I could be what you want me to be
