i love you. am i just a placeholder? you tell me you love me but i can never get anything right. i’m never good enough
and you’re not scared of losing me. you keep setting yourself up to with no second thoughts. do you just love the excitement of the girls in your phone more? yourself? are you bored? why do you go out of your way to lie to me when you know you have no reason to. you treat me like a dog. you’re mad at me because i’m there. you choose me because i’m there. you love me because im the only one who’s still around. i wouldn’t care if you’d just hold me and look at me without making me beg for it. i know i haven’t done anything to warrant the agony you’re providing. why are you doing this? what do you want? if it’s not me say so