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I'm just your weekend fix
on mondays I'm gone.

Don't speak to me, because you never want to talk.
convincing, you are, without words,
fooling me to believe that you really care
You only talk to me enough to keep me satisfied
You only touch me enough to keep yourself happy

I hate this thing that we
foolishly called "love"
one night when we just decided
not to be lonely anymore.

But i'm still alone
beside you, i think you secretly resent me
and i have to admit i resent you

This isn't love.