I'm always feeling used by you
Like you don't understand anything I'm saying
You're just there
Nodding your head
Saying mhm and ok
It's like im just there for the show
Im your spare time
You don't tell me anything
All you do is listen and look and feel
As if I'm just a prop
You don't notice when I'm hiding something or lying straight to your face
You just want to touch my body
You're just there feeling me
What you do is touch
Thats what you want most of the time
Always wanting to know what I'm doing
Then you always want to talk dirty
Im starting to feel like the side chick
All you want to know is what would happen if you did this or that to me
I just respind responsibly
Is it wrong for me to want the simple things?
To just lay there in silence?
To just waych a movie without you Touching me?
To have a goodnight text without the "dream of what I would do to you" part?
Where is yhe goodmorning yext now?
In the beginning everything was perfect
Now it's crumbling
Is this what you think love is?
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PoetryThis is just a collection of poems that I write. You may like them you may not. If you have any requests of what I should write about just message me or something. Ok. You may go on now.
