There's a difference between lust & actually liking someone. It sucks because all he wants is to smash lips while I long for the days where I could play with his hair & stroke his back. Give him everything & all my attention without even trying when I try so hard just to get a simple glance across the hall. I keep forgetting I'm the girl in the background. The irrelevant actress in the back that comes & goes. The one nobody notices or is even slightly infatuated by. Im always going to be the girl behind the curtains while he is the star of the show. Damn he shines so bright. He could be our sun if we didn't already have one. I'm just a rebound but I guess that's okay. just like that song by the weeknd." I'm so used to being used. " that I don't care anymore. It will be just addictive quick make outs for him when for me it would be fireworks tracing every inch of my body, leaving me at peace for the rest of my day. Caressing my bones in the most magical way & leaving me breathless from each shift from his lip. Either overlapping mine or mine over his. It would mean so much to me but it would just be a kiss to him. That's okay. Like I said. Im irrelevant. He craved lust when I craved him.
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RandomThoughts & Poems. Enjoy I guess I sunk my face into my palms. Trying so hard to let out these tears but I couldn't even breath. then i stopped to wonder. If that was what I really wanted. wouldn't everything be better if I wasn't breathing . Wouldn'...
