

Last night I cried because I know you could be done with me this minute and not care.
and because I still need you so bad. When you held me I felt so confused, like you knew the moves to make to calm me down but you felt nothing at all. You feel nothing for me at all. You wish for another girl to be in your arms, one that does not want you back. I never thought of how it must have hurt you when she rejected you, and I never thought that it could be that you called me your only baby not because you actually love and want me, but because you fear I’m all you’ll ever get.
But you never tell me so when I ask, which is why I fear I’m right.
You could so easily quell this. You could so easily stop it all.
But what you get depends on what you give, so I’ll be nothing but bones and blood before I give up on you.