If I were a better person. I think that’s the hardest part. If I lead you on. I think that’s your hardest part. I can’t help it. Part of me finds it fun to toy around with you, to be hurt by you. And little will you know it was all planned. An action for a reaction; my action for your reaction. If I were a better person. You wouldn’t have enjoyed this so much. An ego boost for your turmoil. A fair price.
I can’t help myself. It’s a problem. It’s getting worse. Why do you like me so much? Why do you like me so much? And you?
I made you into a bad person. I made you into a darker person. Don’t worry I paid a price too. Like you except I enjoyed it. There is something sinfully delicious in a throbbing heart–broken. The pain I feel for you. The hurt I feel from within. A sinking feeling. So heavy. So enjoyable. So high.
One by one until I find my one.
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