I did the equivalent of a booty call one night when I was crossed,
I texted you,
Asking for you to warm me up once more
You said you didn't want me to get attached again.
Oh baby,
I've been attached
Not one moment has gone by where I don't wonder the what ifs,
Where I don't wonder what could've happened between us if he wouldn't have told you anything.
It's been hard for me,
Letting you go,
Forgetting you,
And so much more
Was it easy for you to forget the first time you told me you loved me?
Because that moment is forever etched in my mind
Was it easy for you to forget the day we made love for the first time?
I remember everything,
From the way you kissed me softly to the way you loved with such force
Was it easy to forget calling me you babygirl?
Because of you I don't let them call me that
Was it easy for you to forget the feel of my small fragile hand intertwined in your sturdy hand?
It enveloped my hand,
I can still feel the way your fingers graced the back of my hand.
I texted you the equivalent of a booty call
Not because I wanted you physically
But because I wanted to know if you still wanted me.
Even if you only wanted me physically id be okay with it
Because that means you want me,
Even if just for an hour...
