you smile like a child
and look me in the eye
like i’m the only person in the room.
and i fucking hate you
for making me an ego boost.
you care for my heart
more than anyone before.
i wanna wrap you in it
and make it ours.
then again, i fucking hate you
for monopolizing my thoughts
and hijacking my affection
with no indication
of possible reciprocation.
is this my loneliness
manifesting itself as infatuation?
because i’m not used to
liking someone this much,
you insecure pussy.
i hope your fucking dick falls off
and there’s nobody to sew it back on.
then maybe you’ll know how i feel.
so, what i’m really trying to say is
that i would love to fall in love with you.
and that you’re nothing but
a stupid little bitch
in men’s clothing.
i hope you fall for me
as soon as i get over you,
my love.
