i saw sparks
you only saw my body
i saw your insecurities and tried to comfort you
while you just used mine to satisfy your own desires
i was just a skin for you to touch as you please
and i was just asking for someone to love me since i was out of love for a long time already.
it's funny how it hurts me that i don't hate you for using me because now i'm desperate for you to come back because getting your attention was like being saved from the void that was consuming me..
i hate myself for thinking about you but you left your mark and i can't forget how it was like breathing for the first time when i kissed you that day.
i miss you? i miss us? i miss the person i was when i was with you.
