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Author: emeraldrealm
Fiction Rated: T - English - Angst/Poetry - Published: 07-12-06 - Updated: 07-12-06 - id:2210022

You do nice things for me,

But you're not very kind to me.

Constantly insulting me

I don't know where it's coming from,

But somehow still I come...

You lead me on.

You don't really want me

And you know it's wrong;

(I know you know)

But you just let me keep on coming,

Make me think that there is something there

When you know that there's nothing

And I can see that you don't really care at all.

So - so long I'm sick of playing along

With your stupid game

That makes me hurt -

Makes me lose faith ,

And lose my dignity - my pride

Why did I ever let you inside?

Please just stop talking -

Your words are all fucked up

And I don't want to hear them.

It may be honesty

But it's treachery

What you do to me

I can't believe I let you...

But I won't make the same mistake again.

You take advantage of my charity

You suck everything you can out of me

Please just admit it, if I am being used

It'll make it so much easier for me to get over you.

I know that you are smart

And I know that you're a good person

Because it's the guy I met not long ago

You have become someone else, though.

And I don't know this person

Who hurts me and doesn't seem to care.

You keep your heart on your sleeve -

But it's the sleeve of that shirt

With all the holes in it,

That you rarely wear and never wash.

You do nice things for me,

But you're not very kind to me.

If you could simply learn to respect me

It's all the little things

That will make or break us.

And I don't know where it's coming from,

But somehow I still come...



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