do you think he sees me as just a pretty face?

rebound

7:30pm, june 4 2018

he calls me his princess,

and undresses me quickly -

his hands play with me nicely,

forever taunting and knowing 

just what i like.

he refuses to finish unless i'm done twice. 

but i can't finish without seeing

your face in my head -

he wraps me in his arms,

i fall asleep comfortably 

head on his chest,

but it's nothing compared to 

sleeping next to you

with your arms holding me tight against you.

i don't want to love you 

(i'm not even sure that i do)

i'm with him, now.

you didn't want this. you didn't want us.

but if you changed your mind

i'd be there in a second,

and i hate that i'd be so damn willing.