When you tell me that you love me
Do you really mean you love that I am so reckless and lacking of compassion
When you tell me that you love me
Is it really you saying that you love how long I let you keep your hands wrapped around my throat when we are tossing around in my sheets at 3 AM
When you tell me that you love me
Do you really mean you love that I am so cold and so bitter and so devoid of feeling for anyone other than my own, selfish self?
When you tell me that you love me
Is it really you lying and saying you love me just because you know I could never love you back?
Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 1:18 AM UTC
When you tell me that you love me
Do you really mean you love that I am so reckless and lacking of compassion
When you tell me that you love me
Is it really you saying that you love how long I let you keep your hands wrapped around my throat when we are tossing around in my sheets at 3 AM
When you tell me that you love me
Do you really mean you love that I am so cold and so bitter and so devoid of feeling for anyone other than my own, selfish self?
When you tell me that you love me
Is it really you lying and saying you love me just because you know I could never love you back?
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