tell me if I'm just a fuck
stop making me think anything else
you're killing me with hope of something more
but just talked to me because I was a whore?
and we can sit and pretend that you meant what you said
what's the point
I would've slept with you anyways
you didn't have to lie
call me cute
say you liked me
all you had to do was ask and I would've been in your bed
guess that's just the person I am
was? no, still am
I wish I cared enough to stop
but you looked at me
and you called me cute
and you said you liked me
and I was stupid enough to believe it.
YOU ARE READING
extremely short poems
PoesiaThese are just a few of my many poems that I actually felt comfortable sharing. They aren't good quality at all but I wanted to post them.
