“I'm easy to score, you don't need to say you love me for me to say that I'm yours. I'm kinda…”

I'm easy to score, you don't need to say you love me for me to say that I'm yours. I'm kinda cheesy, I'll write you a poem that's way too long to read so I send it in sections. I'm kinda crazy, I want to know more about you, so I write 40 questions to ask you when you spend time with me. You don't need any cheat codes to beat this game, it's actually really easy, and so broken in many ways; it's even kinda fun to manipulate- I like kindness, I like love, so say something nice and I'll eat it up, I feel alone, so give me some hugs, tell me it's okay and I'll give you suffocating love- Is there something wrong with me? Something I can't see? I did everything you wanted, yet you still left me, I thought I could be myself, with you giving me help... But I guess it's just me.