"Art book" 2

It sucks.

It just sucks. It sucks so much.
It's like a relationship.
An abusive relationship.
Where she's and abusive one.
But I keep on talking. I keep on going on with her anyway.
No matter how much I know she's not good for me.
No matter how much she's bad for me.
I keep on going on. And on.
Even if everyone tells me not to.

And then one day she leaves me.
And I just break.
I'm broken.
I need her.
I need her back.
I want her.
I want her to fix me.

I miss her.
I miss the times we talked.

Be with me again.

I just want her to love me.
To just be with me.
To come back.
Come back.
Please.
I beg of you.
I need you.

But please.
I need you.

Please.

She's like the person who'd pick up my pieces and fix me.
But she's the person who'll just throw me away like I'm nothing.

All of this is platonic. I swear.