To feel taken for granted.
To sabotage your own heart for,
short intervals of ecstasy burning through veins and arteries.
To hurt and get it in return.
To want to be missed,
yet late to every occasion,
missing the snapshots and photo frames,
sing a longs and dinner toasts.
You wanted to be pushed down,
wanted to be dirt and stepped on.
But in the end you still wanted to feel loved