You wanted to be the big spoon for once in my room. I felt loved for the first time in my life. I cried that night after you fell asleep for i knew it would be the last time anybody held me lovingly. For i cry too much. And i don't give a fuck. My feelings are fleeting and you're feelings are fickle. Our bodies awake from the slumber of warmth. Your green eyes shot with tears. Already you forgot that you loved me before. Someday you'll wake up cold and lonely, reminicent about the past while me and my room have already left.