I hate the way you play with me,
The way you pretend to care.
Or even like me.
I hate the way you seem so sweet,
You kiss me goodbye
You leave me for a
Stupid game.
I hate the way I'm nothing,
Nothing at all to you.
I hate the way you still love
her, and nothing
Can change it.
Can you tell how much I hate it?
Can you see?
I hate the way you see through me
See to the love and lust and
Sheer energy that is
Me.
I love the way you play,
Rough and sweet,
Sooo sweet.
Don't paly me with me.
Yes, do it. NO!
YES GODDAMMIT YES!!

Demanding?
No.
Quiet?
No.
Sweet?
Hell no.
Cheap?
No.
Caring?
No.
Do you care?
No.
Why should you?
Can i answer a question with a question?
Yes.
Piss off, but never leave... I hate my own indecision.. .I hope you read this, read the absolute want, the -need- for you and your kindnesses, the absolute hate, for you and how you make me feel so... disposable. Does it hurt? Does it fucking sting and burn and make you want to wince? Good. I hope it does, so you know how I feel every time you speak to me..

Does it make you hot and bothered, ready to jump on and make my eyes roll back, the unutterable sounds break free into the cool night air? Good. Know me. Know my mind, my soul, my body. Know me.

I hate you, I need you, I want to jump out an open window and fly...

Speak to me, boy. Speak to me, tell me what you want, tell me how to be. Just SPEAK TO ME. Or not. Goodnight.