it’s bad for me
to think of you
the way i’ve been,
but for some reason,
i can’t quit ya,
you kissed me
in a way
that screwed up
my life,
but it was only ever
gonna last
one night,
and ever since,
i haven’t felt right,
the pursuit
of self-indulgence
gave us that time,
but i can’t just be
an object of pleasure,
and that’s the only thing
that keeps us together.
feel like
you only call
when it’s convenient,
only come around
when someone
won’t do you right,
disappear for two years
then fall back
when you need a fix,
i’m sorry,
but i can’t be
your experiment,
you might get
my language,
but maybe
that’s not the way
we should communicate,
i keep thinking
about calling,
but all the situations
i’m playing
in my head
don’t go so well
in the end.
i don’t love you,
i just love
the feeling you bring,
and i can’t
be stuck
in a situationship,
it’s not what i deserve
and not what you
should give,
two broken puzzle pieces
in the wrong place
don’t end up fixing
the bigger picture,
and no matter
how much i miss
what it felt like
in the moment,
it’s for the best
if we just leave it
where it is.
in the past.
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