We're not a couple. We're not "just talking". We're not friends.
I hate how you are like this.
I can't stop myself.
How we make out.
How we act like I don't care.
How do I let go of these feelings?
You unique girl, when will you stop playing?
You normal girl, when will you start caring?
You broken girl, when will you let go of him?
Might be I who is the dumbest man on earth.
Hard to call myself a man after all these.
Shouldn't have texted you the first time I suppose.
How did you give me white hair before the age of twenty?
Why am I so attached?
Mommy issues I suppose?
These cigarettes might be my only true friends.
Like them sadly, a little fire does the trick.
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