yes,
i am that ***** who made you buy shisha, **** and wine
i have no sense of content,
and will never be content.
you offered love,
but i prefer something physical,
like making it.
i hate it when you text me all the time,
even though i secretly like it too.
so what if you're older by 9 years.
you're desperate and i can taste it between your lips after you downed beer and wanted a kiss.
which tasted bitter.
sloppy kisses are the worst but that's all you get from me.
you wanted things i couldn't give.
i love pretty boys
someone who can follow when i start singing Vincent.
you are not the one.
i just love the way you beg me to stay for the night.
after trying your best to satisfy me.
you say you want my feelings, but heck,
you get *****.
and that's all you're going to get.