I became prone to the abandonment. I thought you were my high, but maybe I was yours.
Being able to use me like a drug you needed whenever you felt most vulnerable.
You knew what words to use to pull me away from the edge,
but maybe i wanted to fall.
Jump off the edge and maybe, just maybe I'd be falling deeper in love with you.
Maybe I like being used. Maybe for those moments you needed me most, were the moments i needed you most.
So I let you dangle me around like a toy. I avoided the reality and let your words speak louder than your actions,
and maybe I just loved the fantasy of it all.
The "what if's", "could be's" and "will be", only made me more curious to see if it were true.
You made it so easy and I was naive enough to believe it!
