I don't need him.
He tried to manipulate,
Make me believe,
That he actually cared about me.
Sat in front of an army of killers,
Laughing about how he wanted me to die.
I care nothing for him.
So why am I still talking,
Thinking about those emerald eyes,
And how they glow in the moonlight?
Imagining the coolness of two pale arms wrapped around me,
Lips touching my hair to whisper an 'I love you'
'No Cam I don't love you.'