I realized today
When you decided to look up crap
And not cuddle next to me
You don't love me.
But you tell me you do.
You remind me you care.
You hold me when I cry
You are always there...
But why won't you lay with me
After you make passionate love to me.
Maybe I am crazy,
I probably am,
But it feels like you don't want me;
That I ****** up.
All the past voices come back
Haunting my thoughts
Telling me lies
Like that you hate me
You don't want me.
But all it really is
Is that you are confident enough
Sure enough
That I know you still love me
Even when you don't cuddle afterwards.


Maybe I know fiction better than I thought.