thoughts on today

What do you want?
To be ignored?
Or do you want sympathy?
I give you attention,
you show no affection.
What the fuck do you need?
My shoulder?
Take my body, it's yours.
I don't want it anymore.
My soul?
you've had that for years..
My dreams, my thoughts...
is that what you want?
well I'm selling them by the dozen.
Aren't you lucky.
Nothing is ever enough.
Not for you.
I give you this, but you wanted that.
You guess it will do for now.
And it's almost as if you're saying,
"You know what? I'm going to pretend I care."

And I'm going to pretend I don't love you.
Fuck you.