perfectly imperfect
that’s how I’d describe us
if there even was an us to describe
we use eachother time and time again
you don’t love me
and I know that
but deep down I wish you did
not because I love you
but because I’m greedy
I want the feeling
the notion that i have you on a string
that I can get you to do what I please
What can I say?
I’m greedy.