Is this all a game
or is this serious?
I’m way too good
for you, and you know it.
What am I to you,
cause truth be told I can't see it.
A sex toy? or an
actual human being?
Am I a priority or
a simple text when you’re bored and need some.
I throw myself at
you, I’m stupid to think you deserve it.
I am so vulnerable
to you; I guess I’m a sucker for “love.”
I crave being in
your arms, feeling your warmth.
Your body on my
body is what I really crave.
The way your eyes
and hands gently trace my body sends chills down my spine.
The way your tongue
paints every piece of my body like I’m a canvas.
You make me feel
like a piece of art.
I really do love
you.
Is this all apart
of your game?
I can’t help but
believe all the lies you feed me, I soak them all in.
I know my worth but
I still end up in bed with you.
I guess I actually
don’t know my worth.
I really am a
sucker for love.
-
(N.H)
