My heart is in your possession.
My soul is in your possession.
Your anger is in my possession.
Your hate is in my possession.
You crush my heart.
You crush my soul.
I cherish your anger.
I cherish your hate.
Because it means,
That you still care,
Even if it is a little twisted.
But I'm begging you,
Please.
Give me your love,
Tell me you love me.
I don't care if it's fake,
I don't care if you don't mean it,
I don't care if it's a cruel joke,
I don't care if you say it for money.
I just want to hear those words tumbling out from your mouth,
And directed to me.
Love me!
Love me!
Love me!
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Little Things
Short StoryRandom thoughts. ---------- "I'm not random, you just can't think as fast as me."
