Fall Out

I know deep down, under your rust coated heart; you don't really love me. You never did in the first place. You just say you do because you know that's what I want to hear. And that's what'll turn me into putty in your hands. But it's okay, because we fuck whenever you want and I love you enough for the both of us.

Well, loved.

Are you surprised? I am but I guess this day had to come eventually. I just didn't think I'd realize it the way I had. But I bet you're glad. You can finally have casual sex without coming home to a bitching me. Nevertheless I don't regret a day I spent with you because fact of the matter is; I loved you. You'd never understand of course and I don't expect you to.

I expect you to shrug or maybe snicker when I tell you my revelations. I expect you to walk away with a smile on your face when I break up with you. I expect you to forget me when tomorrow comes.

I'm not going to fool myself any longer.

I know you.

You couldn't give a damn even if you tried.