It's just not fair
And it's tearing me apart
You're just another priceless work of art
In his gallery
i never needed you.
you were never a need.
you were the first person I wanted to let inside, the first person I wanted to get to actually know me, the first person I thought might understand.
you were the person I wanted to understand.
but I don’t need you
ill never need you as badly as I want you.
And I want you to want me too.
but you don’t need me either.
we have become such needful things.
You seem put together from the outside but why do I feel like you carry an ocean of secrets? And why am I so interested in wanting to know them?
the minute i stopped writing about boys that never loved me and never will, my love life improved drastically