I love you.
That’s
A lie. I barely know you,
Nor you me. Surely you mean
Lust, or some other chemical.
What an absurd statement.
I love you.
That’s
Impossible. I don’t get it,
Why me, why you, why now?
Surely you aren’t serious.
You’re lying again, barefaced.
I love you.
That’s
Weird. I know your kind.
All the world’s a joke.
Don’t continue telling me,
I’ll misunderstand what you say.
I love you.
That’s
Disturbing. The way you
Hold me, dominate me.
(Schedule, phone, dreams.)
But I can’t tell whether you mean it.
I love you.
I love you.
…Really?
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A/N:Eto. Yeah. Bored in class, too desperate for my own good, been reading Loveless = Influence.