I want to believe you
but to you i am a means to an end. i fill the void you push outside yourself and into my lungs so i suffocate under your warmth.
To hold me so
When i first met you i saw the person you have since pushed under. Sometimes I see you peek out from your murky surface. but if that person exists she never loved me either.
What else is there to be said? You don't treat me like a
Why would you