to give you fragments of me, it
I Tried to breathe you in, every flaw,
very mess, every little lie, and
every mistake, i held you close.
then i need to breathe you out,
push you, or else you’d be suffocating me.
it’s always like this, always was, and maybe
— always will.
I don’t need you, every atom in me
is convinced that i don’t, but once
you’re over the threshold, i can’t fucking
breathe and i can’t make
you leave.
Inside jokes while you dive in raw,
this is not what i want. nails
scraping over your back, this is not what i
need
jawline kisses down to your neck, this is not
what i
crave.
You also told me once that you’d
never lose your armor, but i had to
lose my linens or you wouldn’t
have me at all. that’s why i decided
doesn’t matter if it’s true or not —
you love the fantasy i sold you.
Some days, you’d get to know the
real me, like the genuine skin i
wore, and i wished you would stay. some
days, i wish you really would
and find out i wasn’t worth the trouble for.
You never wanted what our game
had to offer and i was fine with
that. you wanted to play castles
and knights, and i’m the princess
who’d give u every pawn i have. we
set out traps, but you were never
interested about who won anyway because
you wanted beyond the
game. you were willing to break
the rules if it means losing me in
the process, you were the villain
and i was willing to fall for it anyway.
After all, you are a liar. you told me
you’d drop it once it strikes unfair

but you’re still here and i still open

the gates everytime you show up.

so at what point are we going to stop?