This lifestyle must fit me. 

Laying next to a man who’s heart isn’t mine, yet isn’t his either. 

Before engaging, I studied you. Thinking that your earthly sign made you as grounded as the descriptions say, coming to a conclusion that maybe “indecisive” just may be your middle name.

How foolish of me to think that a man of your caliber just had no clue what he wanted. The truth is you didn’t want me, or her, or her. You made a habit out of placing the hearts you prey on in a vending machine and choosing which one you’ll dispense at your disposal. 

And it’s always me, it’s always we. 


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