When you tell me you love me,
I won’t believe you.
Why?
Because truly, “I love you”
shouldn’t be taken for granted.
Nor should it be thrown around
uselessly,
aimlessly,
and meaninglessly.
When you tell me you love me,
I won’t believe you.
Merely because you say
it so loosely
and I can’t take it seriously.
I just can’t.
When you tell me you love me,
I won’t return the love
because surely,
it’s not genuine.
When you tell me you miss me,
I won’t believe it.
Merely because you only miss me
when you want to.
You only love me
when you want to.
You only come to me
when you want something.
Whether it’s feelings, affections,
or my kindness for you,
it’s always out of loneliness.
So anything you say,
I know I won’t fall for it again.
That’s why I don’t believe you
anymore, you bastard.
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