sometimes i reach in my back pocket for you whenever needed, because i know you’re waiting for me to care about you. i wish you knew that my heart is a splintered little knot. selfish and searching. loving the freedom of lonely. bleeding something suffocatingly blue. but i do not mind lying to you. i will tell you i love you, if you want. i’ll tell you i’m not looking through you when we fuck, if you want. i’ll tell you i dream about you when the moon reigns the sky and wish for you when i’m enjoying my lone, if you want me to. i don’t know what kind of person that makes me, but at this point of my life, i do not give a fuck.