How could I have been so naive,
To think that this was love,
This is lust.
I set aside my fears,
Because you don't feel that way.
Ace, you may,
But you built this relationship,
On physical pleasures.
You don't care,
And when I just want to hangout,
You want to,
Do it.
You say that you want to do,
What I want,
You ask what I want,
But the look in your eyes,
Make me unable to say no.
It does feel amazing,
But only you get to play a part,
And I want to switch it up,
But,
This isn't even something we should care about.
We said we wouldn't, millions of times,
But we just,
Can't,
Stop.
I want to dream about other things,
Not to fantasize about something we've done a hundred times.
YOU ARE READING
For you
PoetryCollection of poems about personal experiences, from the span of my high school life.
