At midnight I am not responsible
To fulfill your need for attention
Over and over again you tell me
I cry when I’m alone.
I feel sad
Everyone, no one, these are the people I have.
Your love is a selfish love.
You love to get love in return.
There is no self-sacrifice,
No inspiration from the truest of love
For the love you dish out.
I can tell you I love you,
But I can’t be your ring-tone.
Each time someone does not call to say
“I love you, you’re perfect, don’t worry”
I love because you’re amazing in your own spirit.
Hate, the likes of which, I have never known.
But I will not support,
I will not condone
Your selfish, needy, desperate love.