No. Shut up. You don’t get to love me. You don’t get to drown me in the sea of your fabricated passion, Nor do you get to drag me through the gravel of your emotional inventions. I see through your facade; Your desperation to keep me close, The fear of losing me rendering you incapable of rationality. You convince yourself of these feelings Yet in the process of fooling me, You deceive yourself. You ensnare me in the waves of your fiction, But clasp your soul onto the crown of an anchor.
Keep lying to yourself. Soon enough you’ll find yourself at the bottom of the ocean.