I want to believe you

ca

n love me.

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

close to the thing that keeps you ali

ve

is frightening. when you have shown me i mean nothing. i am nothing.

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

friend and never have. I am a piece of meat

with ears.

But i love you.

I can

t help i

t. I want you to be happy. I want to hold you in my arms. I want to give you everything. But i have nothing.

Why would you

kiss me

if

you di

dn't mean it?