in her womb

I used to think you cared about me, now I see I don’t matter at all. Im mad but not enough to renounce you or say I don’t love you, never that. I can say fuck you, and mean it. I can say you’re a bigger piece of shit than me sometimes, and I mean that too. But I do love you, even if you don’t love me. And I can admit I was bad. I was weak, I voted for weakness. I didn’t know what to do so i chose to sleep. If you’re mad at me for that, I would rather you fight with me than ignore me. But like always, I have no say, you choose the dates. I’ll ask one favor- I know, impolite, right? But I ask anyway: release me.