To All The Unlistened People

how could you?

how could you say those things to me?

you say you like me, a lot actually.

you say it's always easy to talk to me.

you say you want to be in the same room as me, to talk.

you say you imagine yourself in my room, sitting on my bed.

you say we should hug.

you say you want me in your arms.

you say you imagine our bodies laying against the other all night long.

you say you imagine ourselves talking, laughing, cuddling, while looking at the stars.

you say i am pretty.

you say i am perfect.

you say i'm your friend, just a good fucking friend.