I don't want to be the thing you think about when you're lonely.
I think I'm allowed to say it hurts.
I'm allowed to be hurt that you only think of me when you're lonely.
It's been a few years to realize you only came to me when you were lonely.
Am I allowed to feel so fucking lonely, knowing you only came to me when you felt lonely?

YOU ARE READING
At Least You're happy
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