i still love you
and the worst is
you know it’s true.
you’ve left and made me bitter.
don’t fucking worry,
i’m my own pinch hitter.
but i can’t lie,
it would still be nice
to have you around.
i’m carved completely hollow
with a constant urge to wallow.
don’t you get it?
you can’t have me.
what sparks your interest
about a dead girl walking?
no, i’m not trying to fight,
i’m just fucking talking.
relax. so worked up
you’ll give yourself a heart attack.
let me dip out
there’s too much to doubt
and love is a game
i’ve known too well.
you may be new to this life,
but baby i’m a veteran.
and no one’s broken more hearts than i.
honestly, i’m waiting to be put on my ass.
need someone to teach me class.
have me wanting something more than
money, lust, and weed.
a real love to give me what i need.
loving me is complicated.
you said loving me was overrated,
like i’m nothing to be celebrated.
loving me was all you had.
but in loving me, you went mad.