What's The Game?

Do you even know what the fuck you're doing?
Kissing me then turning around asking to be just friends
Casually throwing around that you wouldn't "mind" fucking me
As if you don't know the effect you have on my heart
As if you don't know why it hurts with every "I love you"
You don't understand me, I clearly don't understand you
I'm left wishing you understood my feelings like you claim
I'm left wishing you wanted me as much as I want you
There's dead butterflies jumping around in my stomach
And dead stars in my crying eyes, bright for now but fading
I want to go back in time and slap myself for letting this happen
I have to stop loving guys incapable of loving like me
Written by BlueBeastGirl (Running from the Reaper)
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