SUCKER.

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)