(Bark. Hope you have a great day!)

Talking to you

Is like

Playing with fire.

I could either be

Warmed and comforted

Or

Burnt and hurt.

You switch up in

The blink of an eye.

Yet, I can’t leave.

I know it’s toxic,

I know it’s manipulation,

I know it’s

Love bombing.

I know, but

I won’t tell.

I’ll just distance myself,

Say no to our plans,

Send dry ass texts.

I’m tired of being isolated,

I’m tired of playing with fire,

I’m tired of getting burned.

I’m done,

Don’t expect

To be hanging out with me.