You loved me for the title, not to care for me in ways other than lust
You loved me for my body, not the way my hips were slightly curved
You loved me for my looks, not the way my eyes sparkled when I smiled
You loved me for my hugs, not the way my small arms caressed you
You loved me for my kisses, not the way my bottom lip slightly pouted out
You loved me to impress your friends, not to talk to me in the middle of the night
But I love you in a different way
I love you for the lust you gave me, not for just a title
I love you for the way your khakis clung to your defined legs, not for just your body
I love you for the way you would smile around me, not for just your looks
I love you for the way your strong arms would hold me against your chest, not for just your hugs
I love you for the way your lips were so gentle against mine, not for just your kisses
I love you for the way you stayed around when my friends didn't like you, not just to impress them
I love you for the way you said you loved me, because I thought it was the same.
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1K IM SCREAMING AHHH
-Kate
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Corrupted Thoughts
Poetrycor·rupt kəˈrəpt/ verb 1. cause to act dishonestly in return for money or personal gain. cause to become morally depraved 2. change or debase by making errors or unintentional alterations. cause errors to appear in
