cold breeze
of the night air fanning to my face
i was where I was supposed to be
on a bike with him in the city
he talks so much
about what he likes about me
but it doesn't feel good
I just
I don't like it when he takes me home
the rage of saying these words is tempting
the edge of my mouth starts watering
"I have a beating heart for somebody else who isn't you
I will say I'm sorry but I am sorry I actually am not"
creaking sound
from the pot of your old motorbike
last night went through my mind
we weren't supposed to be like that
like we own the world for the night
you talked so much
about all the things that we both like
it felt so wrong but so good
or is it the way your lips moves when you spoke?
i don't know but
it still felt so good
I just
I like it so much better
when we're alone
then you take me home
