I don't want you.
I don't want you.
Maybe if I chant it
like a mantra
over and over again,
my brain will learn
to accept it.
I want to forget you.
I want to move on.
But for now,
I'll make you think
I want you so you can
tell me you want me
over and over again.
And those compliments
will wash over me
and take my mind
off my own issues.
But at the end of the day,
your words are empty,
loveless comments,
based on physical attraction
when I need so much more.