He's selfish.
The most selfish person I've ever met.
He confuses lust for love.
Everyone has jewels for eyes.

He believes he's selfless.
But he can't see...
How he hurts all of the girls.
Including me.

Selfless...He thinks.
Selfish... He is.

He deserves loneliness.
But he thinks he deserves the world.
He deserves to feel the same burn as his words.

So I tell you this.
These truths about his sad, pathetic soul.
Because I'm craving his attention again.
I'm only feeling alone.

I am selfish.
In the worst kind of way.
To let this boy hurt me.
Every. Single. Day.

I confuse loneliness with caring.
Like the way you look into my eyes and smile.
When you hold my hand.
When you take me somewhere "special".

But the truth is this:

You show us all of the same things.
You tell us our eyes are pretty.
You hold us close as if you care.
You make us laugh and blush.
You reward us with gentle touch.

What kind of person are you?
I can't seem to figure it out.
You're as disgusting as they come.
But... There's something... Something...

The most **** thing about a guy has nothing to do with his clothes, hair or eye colour.

It's in the way he looks at you with longing, when you finally find out he wants you just as badly as you want him.

When he pulls you so close to him that there is literally no space between you, because he can't stand the thought of there being any.      

When he kisses you, so that it feels as if he is stealing the air from your lungs, and for those few seconds you forget what air even is.
    
When all thoughts go out the window and its just him, with you,in the most simple way possible.

Now that is the definition of ****.