F*ck love. Fake love. Conditional love. The “I-left-but-I-always-miss-you” love
You know, the selfish kind of love that calls to see how you are
The kind of love that abuses your heart, let’s you leave but never get too far
That sad kind of love. That “I-desire-you-but-don’t-value-you” love
This is the kind that needs what you’ve got to feel important, to feel powerful
The kind of love that comes back for you because you’re easy to control
The way you fall apart and always speak of them with the words of a love song
Even for this ripoff that isn’t love at all, but you give in like your worth is all gone
You’re so afraid, but of what? Afraid of loyalty, being loved for real?
Do you ever love yourself enough to hate what this love makes you feel?
I wonder if you loved yourself would you speak up and tell the truth
Maybe say something like, “F*ck love, the fake love I accepted from you.”
And leave without a second thought because you’re too good to be used.
And decide that you want what you give, and only real love will do.
“We accept the love we think we deserve.” – The Perks Of Being A Wallflower
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