I've done it again.

I have used you, as I always do.

Played the part of the selfish, yet alluring girl.

Degraded myself yet again, clinging to the feeling of worth I get when you

love me, or need me, or desire me.

The emptiness never fades,

I'm still left with who I am regardless of your undying affection.

I don't love you, I rarely need you, and I don't lust for you the way you lust for me.

My desire comes from my need for attention.

Maybe one day I will love myself…

but I will never love you.

How hollow an apology would sound from my lips,

so that we will leave it forever unsaid…