I don’t know you,
I don’t own you,
I don’t owe you,
Anything.
There’s no contract between you and I.
No words,
No love,
That tell me,
To stick by your side.
Did I create it?
Emotions meant to be suppressed
deep down,
Inside.
Because I hate it,
The way that your actions have a hold on me,
Rash decisions,
That would make any other girl want to die.
And maybe I do,
But you’ll sooner catch me dead,
Then telling someone with such little disregard for the feelings of others,
Who acts,
Just like you.
