What would it take for you to finally and genuinely love me? Would you ever or would you just feel regret? How about guilt? I should resent you but I can’t find a bone in my body that feels that way. I know I’m being used. I notice it more and more each day. I wish you would notice how you’re making me feel. I shouldn’t have to unclothe myself for you to love me. Notice me. Or even want me. But thats the thing, you don’t even love me. I don’t even think you love my body. Maybe you crave the attention I bring to you. Maybe if I go for the last time then you will notice. I want to tell you how much I feel like I’m being used. You say im special snd you don’t regret ‘getting to know me’ but you genuinely never made any effort to try to get to know me. You just wanted to get into my skin. Under my clothing and into my head. You’ll always know where my door is. No matter how hard to try to disguise it or how much I change and decorate it you will always pick the lock and let yourself in. I love you and we can’t be friends nor anything else. You never took the time to notice what I like. You don’t even know my favourite colour. Or food. You don’t know my favourite animal or what I want to do with my life. You do not know me b. You never really have. Can’t you see your brain is polluted?