Do I care?
Do. I. Care?
Well, let's study my emotions,
Because we all know they are a foreign object to you.
I see you standing there with auburn hair
and charcoal eyes sent straight from my own hell.
Fuck.
What do you want?
My soul?
My mind?
We both know that's not the one.
Object, oh object
That's me in your eyes.
I fall for it every fucking time.
Every touch burns.
Every icey glance freezes.
Why do I allow myself to be yours?
Screaming.
Yelling.
That's all we are behind the closed doors of your car.
You say It'd be better if I left.
Fine.
I'm gone.
Oh now you want to hear my thoughts.
My dreams.
Oh, you finally love me for me?
No wait, that's how you hide.
Emotions mean nothing to you right?
This is about what I can give you, and strings I can pull.
For you.
Not who I am and us as a whole.
The leash you have put around my neck was too loose for your liking and now....
You're desperately pulling me back.
Well... fuck.
You're blue eyes look back at me, glassy with lust.
And I love it so oh much.
Those beautiful moments when you spark with passion, as words and time escape me and go straight through you.
Then there is the nights that are less than perfect...
Words ment to create scars
and bruises,
Escape your lips like bullets leaving a gun
One after another.
Hitting me in the chest repeatedly.
A dull empty ache sits heavy in my mind.
As days pass I become more zombie like.
And as I try to walk away from your sadistic smirk.....
I'm think sanity escapes me.
Demons and angels dance in my head.
Telling me that I hate you, or that I should take you to bed
This physical relationship, hurts my heart.
Oh well, mom always said talking about my problems was a start.
So here it is.
I'm here to announce.
I love you, and I've tried to get out
Every step I took away it was like I was walking through the desert
and you were my water in this toxic drought.
But you knew that right?
This is all a game.
Manipulation to get me to stay.
Swell.
Ask me your question again.
Do I care?
Well...fuck.
I care so much, I am stuck.
