so what if I’m using you.

I needed to escape and you were the only one I wanted to escape to. Not because of love or feelings, but because of lackthereof. I’m tired of feeling and caring; and I’ve finally gotten used to the emptiness inside of me that’s slowly overcoming my body. I know that I can tell you that I love you, that I miss you, that I’ll wait for you. And that you’d know that I’m lying. But instead of saying that, you’ll say the same. Pretending that there’s something there when we fall asleep in each other’s arms. Pretending like I can look past your snoring or the way you chew your food or the lame jokes you tell. Pretending that’s its worth it. Then, just before I can’t take anymore I’ll leave.. until the next time I need to feel empty again.

So.. so what if I’m using you? Just be happy that you’re the one I want to escape to.