one side
you tell me you love me—
though only after i give you something.
“go to the bathroom”
“it’ll be fast”
“it’s okay” you say when i tell you i’m scared
yet, it’s not okay.
i didn’t want love,
i wanted to be loved.
i wasn’t getting that from you,
yet this still made me feel wanted.
like someone finally wanted me.
wanted us.
in reality i was the one begging
it was all in my head.
it was all one-sided.
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