How many times did you touch me, hold me close, whilst knowing that you didn't want me anymore? Sometimes I sit and wonder which kiss we had was the last kiss you gave me with love before you began kissing me out of obligation. You left and i have trouble trusting the new arms that want to hold me. Because how am I meant to know the difference between passion and guilt when you made that line blurry with so much ease.
You told me you loved me. And I believed you. But you never even acted like you did. You never bought me flowers , taken me on a date that wasn't just a drive in your car to a drive through. Did you talk about your friends with me or tell your friends about me? I never met your family. I don't even know your mums name. You didn't love me. You wouldn't even let me know you
