He doesn't look at my eyes, just farther down.
This love potion is addicting, but it's beating me to the ground.
He tells me he loves me and kisses me softly.
But he knows thats just what I want to hear and see.
He'll hold me and feel me to see how far I'm willing to go
He pretends to love me, but the truth is love is a word he doesn't even know.
We always just go to my room for sex.
He always asks when he can get some, next.
He pretends to value every moment with me.
But the only he truly cares about is my body.
It hurts that he's never there to wipe my tears away.
It seems he always leaves, when I want him to stay.
I see right through his fake smile and act.
But the worst part is, I see the real him and still love him, even though my heart is so broken and cracked.
