he wouldn't date me,
but he'd 10/10 "smash."

he'd take apart of me,
but wouldn't appreciate me.

he never called me beautiful,
but hot and **** were first to leave his lips.

when he looked at me,
he didn't look in admiration,
rather accomplishment.
another one to add to the list.

but when it was just me and him,
he talked to me for real.
he told me about what he wanted from us.
he said we'd last awhile.
i questioned him about his previous cheating,
and he replied,
"it's always been you."

he held my hand for the first time,
on his way to drop me off.
he later cuddled me,
wrapped up in his arms.

"it's always been you."
it's always been you.
but i don't need you,
and you sure as hell don't need me.