jar of hearts (a poetry story)

the boy who kept me a secret

i would say i've known the man for over 5 years,

my attraction to him hasn't faded and feelings got involved

sexting was our favourite thing to do,
since he couldn't make me scream here

the desire to kiss someone never ached so bad

we'd facetime,
and the naughty things we would do during our call was something to remember

he kept me a secret,
i was his dirty little secret

his friends were in my messages as well,
so they couldn't know about us

i didn't mind being a secret since he made my panties wet every night

we still talk today,
we pretty much lust over each other

i didn't mind,
he's definitely not my forever,
but
someone i can talk to when i need comfort

he kept me a secret,

and i kept him my dirty little secret

i can't wait till i start creaming tonight baby