side step
Our bodies melding are a mere distraction.
"Having fun", you called it.
You're the only guy who wanted me more by virtue of my inexperience rather than viewing it as a liability, a recipe for danger.
You must be evil to doggedly pursue your chance at immortalising yourself in my history.
You must be lonely and self-hating to recognise I am too.
I was a conquest to prop up your shaky ego. You never once considered how hollow and self-absorbed your intentions would make me feel.
Somehow it feels imperative I now hold onto a facade of pride. Maybe that means for once, I recognise the need to love myself before someone else that doesn't.
You're not interested in purifying my soul.
You're not interested in sharing my bed.
I play Taylor Swift's "Blank Space" and wish these messy emotions could be glamourised by a flippant pop song where the girl is in control.
I wish you were worthy of writing love poems about.
"Having fun", you called it.
You're the only guy who wanted me more by virtue of my inexperience rather than viewing it as a liability, a recipe for danger.
You must be evil to doggedly pursue your chance at immortalising yourself in my history.
You must be lonely and self-hating to recognise I am too.
I was a conquest to prop up your shaky ego. You never once considered how hollow and self-absorbed your intentions would make me feel.
Somehow it feels imperative I now hold onto a facade of pride. Maybe that means for once, I recognise the need to love myself before someone else that doesn't.
You're not interested in purifying my soul.
You're not interested in sharing my bed.
I play Taylor Swift's "Blank Space" and wish these messy emotions could be glamourised by a flippant pop song where the girl is in control.
I wish you were worthy of writing love poems about.