my lips are dry, my skin is cold
the wind outside, frightfully bold,
and you, my dear, warm as can be,
only when lacking my company.
every attempt just so half hearted
sweetheart, finish what you started,
my shoes you borrowed, walk for a mile,
you can't just fuck me till i smile.
i write to you so that you see
preserving a friendship is easy.
how many times do you call me best friend
as conversations pitter out and end
how many times is it my apology
when i'm sad from what you say to me.
and i put up your pictures in my room,
it's your birthday i'll blow up all the balloons,
i'll find an excuse to keep us in touch,
remember my name when you're busy and such.
so why try so hard when there's no other side
when it's so one-way that i fucking divide
because i really need to be able to believe
that people are like me, they care, and naive
is not the word for feeling this way
i want to know someone will try and will stay
stop disappearing when there's something new
i know people change, but you're not fucking you
you're this copy of someone's drunken imitation
and sorry but it's awful, this fucking creation
so try for once putting some work into this
because it's not a chore, it's a fucking kiss,
and stop leaving when we're talking, christ's sake,
come borrow more shit, all you do is take,
and this thing is not real, so could you just awake,
i'm tired of this, you're so goddamn fake.
been holding in screams, letting myself deafen
so please could you try to put some effort in?
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