that he'd gotten to her heart was a secret she kept from everyone; often even from herself..
i didnt want to like you. i didnt. and now im fucked.
"ending is better than mending."
"omission is betrayal."
Is it still me that makes you sweat? Am I who you think about in bed? When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off her dress? Then think of what you did And how I hope to God she was worth it. When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as you're fingers touch your skin. I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck Than any girl you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me I was it look past the sweat, a better love deserving of Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat...