I get a lot of happiness from your company. I get intellectual conversation I have from nowhere else, and a cure for my boredom and loneliness. I get excitement and shivers from when you talk dirty to me, and a rush of happiness from seeing your face, your smile. I don’t know what to do with myself in joy when you acknowledge my existence, say you appreciate my company. But I get heartache when I hear her voice in a room, know you come home to her, and I feel sick thinking of you kissing, loving, fucking her. I have never felt more lonely to know I will never be her. It’s just another time someone else has been chosen over me. But it’s okay, I’ll get over it. I always do.

You told me “thank you for your companionship.”

You’re a hurt soul, Someone like me, Not classified as any one thing, You’re still not done & I’m not the same girl. Words so painful, Dripping of venom, A mind with a twist, I’m quick to tell you I can’t resist, Whose really the Master of this mind that I’ve kissed? Everyone warned me, I told myself to stay away, But when I see your dark eyes, It’s out of my will whether to go or to stay. For I crave to see your sculpted face That makes my eyes twinkle, That still makes my heart ache. I crave to become one of you, Almost there, making one half two, Take these two people & then make them one, To enter a game that can never be won. You are like me, Hiding with a mask, Faking to fit in to a part that you’re not. I told myself it can’t be this way, Each day you take a little more of my heart.