It's not the stories you didn't tell that left a sour taste in her mouth

It's the ones you emphasized

Some people are like shells, hard to open but empty once opened

Don't waste a loving key on a lust that might not even happen

You don't know how it feels like to be touching someone so deep, you swore you felt their heart lose a beat in your chest

You've been touching me for a while now and I know I've done the same for you

The thing with me being emotionally touched before introducing myself physically is that, it build bricks and bricks of fantasies

If I had known you to be savage in a romance so infertile, tell me what part of me would have been insane enough to let you grow into my skin without having a shield to protect me from the winters you find too cold to stay

There's the door

Countless nights I preferred him better in the dark when I was unconscious cause that was the only time he was feeling me up and kissing me without giving a damn who says what

At times I'd blame myself for not being bold enough, I'd like to think I speak of freedom and equality in my words but how can I be so sure when I walk and breathe like the traditions of the last century

Boys should do the asking, and I'm the same hypocrite talking about equality

AM's are my favourite, cause that's the only time I wake up ready to take on something new cause you were by my side, talking

You're the muse I haven't yet figured out how to erase and comprehend

I remember getting ready to start the day, only to see you and remember that as much as you and I have already met

Emotional talk wasn't enough

That's why you were okay with dating her

You say your emotions are with me which would make you stuck in a lust triangle binded with emotions and strengthened by physicality

I'd like to say she's the other girl, but unofficially I am

She reaps the little you do give her and holds it up waiting for
the next harvest

A love so deep in cold it's starting to feel right

Don't treat me like I'm okay, I'm not