I love when you call me sexy.. Even though I say I don't believe you.. It still finds its way into my subconscious..i hold it tight like a little kid desperately trying to pull her favorite toy back from the mean bully..
Sexy.. Such a small word yet holds so much power
Sexy.. My heart takes it and holds it tight, it's stands on broken glass waiting for..
Sexy.. You never make me forget..
Slutty.. My brain intervenes, reminds me.. That you're not mine to hold..
Slutty.. You probably think of her when you're touching me..
Slutty.. Maybe this relationship.. Is in my head. Nothing more than fwb for you..
Slutty.. You used to think of me as a crush..
Slutty.. Then you got me.. You never treated me the same as when you thought I was pure
Ending.. We talk less and less, you'll never know how much I wish.. To feel the thrill like it was real..
Ending.. You found other people to mess around with, I'm no longer your go to.. I'm becoming as relevant as a wall..
The End: I hope it doesn't hurt to much..
YOU ARE READING
Shit I Wrote
PuisiI write....it might be poetry I don't fucking know I kinda suck... But I need to put it somewhere where I know I most likely won't lose it, plus... I hate reading my poetry over again..
