Back again. I always come back, and you know. The right thing to do would be to stay away. It’s also the smart thing to do. But I’m not very smart in your eyes am I? I’m just a cute little toy aren’t I? Keep patting my head, I’ll rub against your legs affectionately like a cat while I enjoy how much you underestimate me. I’ll keep making it look like I’m the one addicted to you. I am, completely. Or was. You’re not around enough anymore to keep me hooked on you. I’m waking up, slowly bit by bit I will tire of you and the way you don’t really care. I’ll be able to walk away from you soon enough. I hope. Just keep ignoring me. You used to tell me you loved me, once upon a time ago. Call me beautiful again please? You used to, dear you, didn’t I once tell you; beautiful things disappear when you aren’t looking.
There’s so many things
You used to…