emma, baby.

I'm not fucking blind to the way that you talk around the truth. Not just what you say, but what you do. Played this tug of war way too fucking long. Like every time; again I've lost, you've won. You took advantage of the trust that I gave, took my forgiveness, rubbed it in my face.


You know I still know how, how much your love costs
You know when I peel back your layered lip gloss
You know I still know how to fuck your eyes crossed
It's your loss
It's your loss.


Secrets don’t make friends, but I’m really not looking to make any.