I Like To (Mind) Fuck

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Love Sick(ness)

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I don’t know what to say anymore. From the very beginning things were complicated. You placed the complication down on the timeline more times than you should have. What do you want me to say? I made mistakes too. I’m still making them. I’m not good at this. I don’t know when enough is enough.

Enough for me was when I realized you can’t talk. You won’t. Nothing is ever being resolved. That’s a problem… You walk away physically and emotionally when you feel like it’s getting too difficult. You’re not committed and fighting for us. We’re losing, baby…I can’t fight on my own anymore. There’s too much weight on my shoulders. I just hoped that one day you’d give a shit like I do. But it’s been made heartbreakingly clear as of late, that you don’t.

You’re all about the verbalization. There’s no action involved…ever. Why…is it that you just don’t care?

Did you ever actually care what was inside of me? What I was thinking, what I’m about? I don’t feel like you did. That really sucks. This whole thing really sucks. I feel used.

I do love you…but am I to just stick around? Stay for the empty promises, the crying and the disappointment? I don’t know, baby…I don’t know.

“You’re a sucker for love. Why? Love’s only gonna bring out the sucker in you.”


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