i've always hated pretenders.
and yet, i found myself pretending to be cool in front of you.
i've always strayed from toxic people.
and yet, i found myself laughing whenever you talked shit about others or hurt them just because it made you feel better.
i've always been good at getting over people.
and yet, all i ever think about nowadays is what i could possibly do to bring you back.
what have you done to a man who's known nothing but loss his entire life?
what is it in the pain you've inflicted on me that makes me want to feel more?
what do you think of me now that i've thrown myself, my mind naked, right at your feet once more?
i will gladly pretend to be whoever you want me to be if that's what it takes for you to say you love me again and finally stay.
