Milk you dry
When someone beats the very ego of your soul to pulp. Typically leaving you senseless and with a false sense of overwhelming disruption of emotion.
She won’t be direct, talk to me tell me what she needs; contentment? When I know it isn’t commitment, is her obligation really more urgent that of mine is? My delirium a bit, optimistic intrinsic. I’m long for her in my wish but I’m spaced, Incase a barrierors I no longer look to break. Friend: She’s milk you dry bro, sorry to say. Your wasting your time on someone who doesn’t want to be loved.