not sure if i should love you or f*ck you

and i don't even know if i want to kiss your lips or just your skin

because i'm

falling

but i don't want to hit the ground again.

are you sure your arms can hold the weight of my love when it's wrapped in wet clothes?

and are you sure it's the best idea to take this where the wind goes?

i'm not yet sure if love is a real thing

it's just a

beautiful

fictional

deadly

play,

and you still kiss me like i'm sane

but i know it's all just another game

so don't be surprised if i refuse to participate.

and you're like a

cynical

patronizing

inconsiderate

impartial

callous

song,

but your vicious words still gently drag me along.

and i'm not sure if you're really toxic

or it's just all in my head.

because

i love you

love you

ove you

ve you

e you

you

or maybe i love when you're in my bed.

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