You sink me  deeper     
  into the blackest parts of the ocean

you are  one word answers   
half-hearted devotion  
     
You **** me with your words    

please stop speaking now

                            


I mean...

tell me what you want to tell me    

not what I want to hear.                
Or..
If you're convinced it's that easy to win me over...
   then whisper it in my ear.

Tell me how you hate me for half the things I say to you
Then call me at 5 am when reality catches up to you

When sheets are stripped 
 sublime stories all told    
you've worn out your welcome     
useless                    fool's gold  
These once vacant shoulders now seem pretty cold.
But you get what you crave: your image won't fold.

Your decisions of stupidity can never truly compare
To your decisions of cupidity: deep, bold and rare

When the moon wins the battle against heavy eyes,    
On the thundering instance that keeps you inside        
You'll wander to the back burner, right where I reside
to give me the remainder,  
which I'll take,   with my hands tied
//
I hope you take it personal,
I hope you blindly reach
And find out you're the worst of all
None of this is a figure of speech.