****, baby girl
You've got a mature mind
You're wise and you're grown
You sometimes turn me on
I feel things for you
And I don't know what to do
But I'm so glad I know you now
Before there was some distance
But these days you're close to me
There's no way I can resist
The sweet temptation of your love
It may be wrong to love you
It may be wrong to wanna please you
But it feels so right when we talk
We vibe on the same level
I wanna feel your body under mine
I wanna hear your thoughts and your troubles
Help you solve them and forget them
You're so worthy
My desire is to be yours
Even though I know it's wrong

You drink about it.
       You smoke about it.
              You **** about it.
                      You cut about it.
                           You sleep about it.
                                 You stopped sleeping about it
                                       You stopped eating about it.
                                            You keep eating about it.
                                                You swallow pills about it.
                                                      You punch walls about it.
                                                           You kick cans about it.
                                                             ­   You spit about it.
                                                             ­        You write about it.
                                                             ­          You cry about it.

                                                            ­            But you won't talk about it.

                                                            ­ You won't pray about it.
                                                      You won't seek help about it.
                                                 You won't reach out about it.
                                            You won't tell your father about it.
                                      You won't tell your lover about it.
                                  You won't meditate about it.
                           You won't medicate about it.
                    You won't preach about it.
             You won't advocate about it.

       You're killing yourself over it,
but perhaps it's time you start saving yourself from it.

She asked me why I wanted to go on this field trip...
After all, she knows I dislike math and science.
I told her the partial truth --
"I'm interested in the stars."

I didn't tell her that I meant the stars in your eyes.

I didn't tell her that I wanted to see how happy you could be, surrounded by the two things you love -- me and science.

*I didn't tell her that it was all for you.