So you're with some other chick now.
An open relationship, but still.
You guys have sex like whoa.
And you tell her you love her.
Do you, really?
I think you say it to appease her.
You have no love for anybody.
Especially not for yourself.
You're throwing your life away.
The tears I cry aren't for myself anymore.
They're for you.
I haven't talked to you since your birthday.
And that sure was messed up.
You were wasted.
At 5 in the afternoon.
You're such a fucking charmer.
Why the hell did I ever let myself fall for you.