It wasn't love
But it was enough to make my hairs to stand up on my back
It was enough to change my sleep patterns
It was enough to make me eat more, eat less, and sometimes not even eat at all

It wasn't love
But it was enough to cry myself to sleep
It was enough for me to beg and beg for you to come back

People may say that I'm being desperate but I lov- ...no wait
I don't love you
I am very vulnerable
It wasn't love
My mother loves me and I never feel this way

It was a type of lust that was unrequited
It wasn't love
But it was something that ironically made me feel alive and dead simultaneously