when you no longer serve a purpose
youll be left with nothing but your thoughts
and all the time in the world to rot inside them

theyll set you aside like a finished book
not even a glance back at the story you bled for them

and the worst part is
you gave it willingly
you thought if the pages were honest enough
if the love was loud enough
it would matter

but each passing day drags you closer
to what you always knew but never wanted to admit
that unconditional love doesnt exist

you deceived yourself on a fundamental level
you let it twist your softest traits
fed your soul to a hope that was never real
now even your own heart feels foreign

you believed if you showed them
how much you cared
how much you were willing to lose
theyd meet you halfway through

but they just take
and take
and leave
and they sleep just fine

so dont fall in love
its exactly how you feared

the 12yo you saw it clear
before the world taught you to doubt him
before you mistook your bleeding for beauty
and called it proof of something more