POV: someone on a diet who has started working out
I miss you
But I'm the one who made you go away.
You were to sweet
Poison to me
Yet I stayed
And I want you back.
You never really hurt me
It was a combination of things
Can having you back for one day
Really hurt either of us?
Would I be cheating?
I will admit I'm on my hands and knees
Begging for you
Struggling to get better
Sweat on my brow
They are working me too hard.
Come back
I need you comfort
And your satisfaction.
You're in front of me now
So tempting.
Do I give in?
Do I buckle?
