I really want to believe you.
I want to believe in the fact that you are done exploiting me.
I want us to not have an expiration date.
And even though you comfort me like warm milk on a cold night,
I think it will eventually spoil.

It’s hard not to feel used.
Friends don’t treat friends like this.
I can see why people think I’m being manipulated.
I probably am being manipulated.
But I’ll savor it until you decide you’ve had enough.