by arcassin burnham


to hate me,
you say you love me,
then go back to him,
this is really personal,
but it could physical,
im starting not to care nomore,
but that was the ****** you wrote,
choked on the words that you spoke,
but it was all just a hoax,
you didnt love me,
you never did,
he was your main concern,
all these feelings that ive learned,
from you.