tonight i realized
that you do not entirely belong to me

and that the best days
really are the first to flee

Tonight
I couldn't tell
What shone brighter

The twinkling lights in the sky
Or his criminally handsome smile

listen to my rebel yell,
because i refuse to conform,
breaking out of my shell,
i am the eye of the silent storm.

The only time you talk to me is when you want ***, but all i want is to be more than an object.

"i want you", "let's ****", it's all that you'll say, but what would be great is for you to call me first the next day.

Why can't i be more than a body to touch? i guess these days that is asking too much.