You ******* me over.
At first, I knew exactly what game you were playing,
and I played along too,
for the fun of it.
I could see through all of your lies so clearly.
But somehow, over time, everything started to blur.
Before I knew it, you had filled every inch of my brain,
and that empty feeling in the pit of my stomach went away.
I was in love with the thought of you.
I wanted to let you in.
I wanted to trust you.
And when your words as sweet as honey dripped from your lips, on to mine,  I savored every taste.
I wanted to go to the valley and get lost in the woods, I wanted to look at the stars, I wanted you to show me places I've never been before, I wanted to have fun.
I wanted to talk about life with you, I wanted to debate on whether or not there is a god, I wanted to know your opinion on the color of the changing leaves.
I wanted to talk about everything.
I wanted to talk about anything.
I wanted to be inside your head, as much as you were in mine.
And what did you want?
All you wanted was to have ***.