i sip in and it spills out.

call me out on my dishonesty if i tell you that i’m happy with the bed i’ve made.

call me out if i tell you that i haven’t been in bed with the enemy..

because i’ve lied a thousand times.

what difference does it make if i tell a lie when you know the truth?

why does my heart have to be broken for you to want to listen to me?

why do i have to hurt for you to want to

read me?

why? why do i find pleasure in the pain ?

maybe because that’s the only place i feel your love.

thats the only fucking place i’ve felt your love.