Don’t worry about me, I’m fine.
coming to the conclusion of who and what I am to others, is oddly comforting.
Okay okay…. I am a maid, servant, whore, and a cum bucket to your satisfaction.
Okay use me.
okay dump all your feelings on me and then shut down when i share mine,
that’s fine.
i don’t care anymore.
don’t kiss me when i get home, don’t wave when i leave, don’t respond to me when i call or text. fine.
never be home when you say you will be. fine.
I have nothing left. nothing left to give.
how can i feel so high in one moment and so low in another.
i was good alone. i’m not good now.