
It’s 4 AM.
I stole a few cans of cider from the fridge and as I sit at my desk
all I can think about is sending you a text even though I know it's a bad move because–
Number one: I don’t think I love you.
Number two: I never did but you only let me move my lips when we kiss
Three: You opened them gently and filled my lungs with your poetry
Four: when I spoke I oozed words that completed the images in your head
Five: you say you’re falling in love with me, only as you pull me towards the bed
Six: whether I'm right or wrong, sorry this will sting us both but
Seven: You whisper those three words while looking up and down my body
Eight: Never into my eyes so you don’t see I’m really trembling
Nine: So unstable, so insecure and I know you appreciate me
Ten: you appreciate how I look although
Eleven: it doesn’t help a girl recovering from eating disorders to
Twelve: be criticised constantly for what is on her plate
Thirteen: thank you for taking care of me like
Fourteen: I could never do it for myself
Fifteen: You’re good at reminding me how much I need you
Sixteen: did you know that pulling out your penis when I say no is
Seventeen: called disrespect?
Eighteen: "it’s love baby"
Nineteen: so is pulling down my top while I’m sleeping
Twenty: you love me, don’t you? This is love
Twenty one: Love is such a magical, beautiful thing—isn’t it?
Twenty two: this is the first time a boy has put my name and ‘love’ together
Twenty three: and I don’t want to let go of that because you always remind me
Twenty four: I’m so lucky to have someone who could love me, like you
Twenty five: I'll never find another person the same, never be loved the same
Twenty six: thank goodness for that babe
Twenty seven: so thanks for your love, but screw this
Thirty: Fu$k you.


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