My mind is so complex,
that it's simple addition.
To add up my thoughts,
and keep them in a heart shaped box.
Just to remind me that I'm alone.

I was always the quiet kid in the corner,
reading between the lines,
evaluating facial expressions.
Rather than the candy coated bullshit,
you choose to throw at me.

Gullible to your intentions,
just for a moment of infatuation.
Darling, we can do this all day.

I will drug myself into a coma to forget.
Lose interest in life.
Because we all know,
That "I'm hopelessly devoted to you."

Atleast that's what you like to think.
But please don't doubt my potential of being a careless whore.

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