Not about the money

It’s about feeling taken care of and thought about

And i don’t

I think of you

And will buy you anything

And usually offer

Or pay for it all

But you rarely do

You buy me dinner sometimes

And I’m grateful

But I don’t feel special

In a romantic way

It just feels bad

And whatever

I need to stop being so nice

Everyone is out for themselves

Which is how I need to be

Author: b-side junkie

artist/designer, music lover, b-side junkie, writer, bartender, animal lover..."feelist"... Mad mime

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