This is not a love letter, these are the ramblings of a squirrel

These words are not romantic, this is the tantrum of a girl

Insatiable, relentless, to have my cake, and eat it too

But I don't love you.
I just want you to want me and
I love it when you do.

Pheramones, confused for magic
It's a quick fix
It's a habit

Sleight of hand and
You're the rabbit
Somehow, the magician too.

So I balance my acts of attrition to remember this is what it isn't, and that helps me to play it cool

Until the toxicity serves to remind me
This is not a love note
I am not a fool


© girlfelony