It's all *******.
The way you smile at me.
The way you gaze into my eyes like you care.
The way you caress my face.
And the way you stroke my hair.

Its all lies.
When you make me feel special and unique.
You like the way that I ask questions.
You like the way i think.

It's all just things you've trained yourself to use.
Like all the selfish yous,
You're the worst I really think.

But then maybe I'm to blame since I approached you first.
Knowing that it's just a game
And I could never quench your thirst.

And now I have to decide...
To stick with the hurt and abuse.
Or do I suffer alone and at least value my worth?

Because I will not be second.

I wont have others fondled in my face.
I wont be yours to call when you leave the club alone.
Ugh.
Such distaste.

My mouth has become sour as I think of you.
I want to scream *******, but what an unlady like thing to do.

Meh.
I guess I don't care.
*******!
I'll repeat it in my head.
Because boys like you are pathetic.

Whatever.

Here's more words to go unread.