i wonder how i can be good enough for only certain things.
for late nights, for whispers that leave emotions raw, for lies, and most of all for lust.
a girl good enough for desire but not love. the kind of girl who gets so wrapped up in feeling wanted, i drown in a pool of 'will he ever hold my hand' or 'tell me i'm pretty because i don't feel pretty'
because getting emotionally ****** monday through friday between closed doors has become a normal thing.
so when did i make it okay for people to play with my emotions? and why dont boys ever learn that a girls heart is never a toy? my heart is the guitar you used in your hand, plucking my emotions with your fingers, and my body being the words once sung from your lips.