I Am a Monster

This person I'm chatting with is pouring their heart and soul to me. Talking how they want to be the best for me, love me unconditionally, give me everything. All I can do is paint pretty words back that have no meaning or substance behind them.

I'm leading this poor soul on. Having them think that we are going to have such a bright loving future when, in reality, I feel nothing for them. I won't say that because I enjoy having someone to talk to for now. When I get bored I'll just stop answering. That's how it usually goes. Selfish and monstrous.