
And, when you say you love me
It don’t mean a thing,
If you cared,
you’d be there like you use to be.
Not sitting on the phone,
texting your fuck buddy…..
regretting .
you look at me,
and where lust once thrived,
is now barren.
when overwhelming love once felt,
is replaced, with a side of disengagement.
how do you go from needing,
to wanting, to disregarding ?
how does an integral part of your life,
go from vital,
to just an option.
i’m not sure if i really care,
or if it even matters.
all i know is what i thought was the end,
was actually..
just the beginning.

<3333. I know that’s right.