The reason I fake it

I finally know what real love is. Because anything that hurts this much must be real.

I can lie to my boyfriend. Tell him he’s the only one I want.

I know he’s in love with me. But I don’t love him.

My heart was cut out of my body and taken for a ride.

When I first met , I read his eyes and saw how much pain he was in.

Hugged him when he was upset.

We sat at a beach for five hours just talking. I didn’t feel pressured. I felt free.

I still remember his touch.

I fell in love that night but wouldn’t admit it.

Enter the thieving *****.

She took him and now she’s dead.

I’m crazy without him.

I overdosed on ativan, popped ecstasy, drank and smoked an unimaginable amount. Screwed everything with legs.

I wish I could forget his touch and how he made me feel.

I’m gonna kill myself trying to forget.