I know what you want,
the tone of your voice describes only one thing,
and how quickly you turn the talking,
back to me,
to make me feel wanted,
because I told you he broke me,
as if you can fix me,
as if your eyes don't drift downwards,
as if your hands don't wander.
I know what you want,
yet something inside me
wants me to give it to you,
because I know you'll be gone
the second its done
and I'll no longer have to prove anything to anyone.
(move on)
YOU ARE READING
Notes To You
PoetryWords that fill my brain, while I lie staring at a bright screen, with a red filled arrow beside your name.