You don't even answer my texts anymore.
Whatever happened to "you'd be worth dying
for"?
I knew they were just words and we were messing around,
But I never thought it'd turn out this way,
With me sending you messages about my day,
and you ignoring everything I say.
I didn't know I could be such a bore.
I guess the next best thing is what you were just hanging around
for.
I hate that I care because it's so pathetic.
But
No, I do not want
to be loved
unconditionally. I want to be
shown when I am treating you
less than you deserve. I want
you to leave if I ever start making
you promises I do not see
through. Love me for my flaws,
yes. But don’t you dare ever
allow them to hurt you.
Whenever I come
across
an antique shop I always
think of you —
a welcoming, pleasant exterior
housing such cherished,
fragile memories of a time
you could never seem
to go back to no matter
how hard you tried.