"Girls are supposed to be
  soft and sweet."

"What if I want to be
  rough and ****?"

"Why not both?"

"Fear." and silence.

Too afraid to ever love another.
Let me run away from anything
stable, comfortable, or promising.
I must admit, I feel like ****,
no matter how much I crave it
the commitment sinks into me
crushing my very will to survive.
The only way to escape
is to stop.

//no. no. no. no.//

don't forget me
no longer facing
         lies
no
       never yours
forever yours
//lies

//stop. stop.

I can't get enough
of your *******
I can't get enough
of those lips, hips...
eyes

ENOUGH

never enough
come closer
let's touch
/breaking up

I'm too much