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lies.

I wish I could tell you how much I miss you. I hold onto this fantasy that you’ll come over late one night and tell me how much you missed me and you love me and let’s work it out. I packed your things, I encouraged you to go, because I couldn’t look at you anymore. It hurt too much. I love you. I love you so much, but you hurt me. I just wanted you to want me. I wanted you to conquer the world with me, but here we are. My soul aches for you. I tell my friends I don’t miss you. I tell my therapist I don’t miss you. I tell everyone I don’t miss you at all, but God kows I do.

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just lie to me.

Just one more fuck up.
Tell me one more lie –
I’ll believe it.
You don’t even know.
You don’t even know.
I’ll fake it so good.
You won’t even know,
that I know,
that you’re lying.
Tell me you want me.
Tell me how beautiful I am
with these goddamn tears
dripping from my eyes.
Touch me like it’s the first time.
Touch me like you want me,
forever and fucking always.
For the love of God,
lie to me, please.
Hold me so tight,
that I’ll believe you won’t leave.
Lie to me so good.
Swear, I’ll believe it.
Take me.
Take all of me.
Take my things.
Just please, don’t leave.
Stay.
Please stay.