Loving a Boy.
You're bad in bed. I feel nothing. I don't know what you're doing but whatever it is, you aren't doing it right.
I don't know why I sleep with you, time and time again, hoping it will get better. This is a whole new level of unsatisfaction.
You're bad in love. You aren't romantic. We have nothing special. You kiss me like you'd be just as happy staring at the television. You hold my hand like it's a remote. You don't hold me like I'm valuable to you, like it would be difficult for you to let me go.
I don't know why I let you tell me you love me. You don't mean it and if you don't mean it, it means nothing to me.
I don't know why I wait for you to grow up. If there is anything harder than learning to love yourself or loving something you don't understand, it's loving a boy, a boy who'd rather be out playing.
I don't know why I sleep with you, time and time again, hoping it will get better. This is a whole new level of unsatisfaction.
You're bad in love. You aren't romantic. We have nothing special. You kiss me like you'd be just as happy staring at the television. You hold my hand like it's a remote. You don't hold me like I'm valuable to you, like it would be difficult for you to let me go.
I don't know why I let you tell me you love me. You don't mean it and if you don't mean it, it means nothing to me.
I don't know why I wait for you to grow up. If there is anything harder than learning to love yourself or loving something you don't understand, it's loving a boy, a boy who'd rather be out playing.