Jan 2015
i wonder how i can be good enough for only certain things.
for late nights, for whispers that leave emotions raw, for lies, and most of all for lust.
a girl good enough for desire but not love. the kind of girl who gets so wrapped up in feeling wanted, i drown in a pool of 'will he ever hold my hand' or 'tell me i'm pretty because i don't feel pretty'
because getting emotionally ****** monday through friday between closed doors has become a normal thing.
so when did i make it okay for people to play with my emotions? and why dont boys ever learn that a girls heart is never a toy? my heart is the guitar you used in your hand, plucking my emotions with your fingers, and my body being the words once sung from your lips.
for late nights, for whispers that leave emotions raw, for lies, and most of all for lust.
a girl good enough for desire but not love. the kind of girl who gets so wrapped up in feeling wanted, i drown in a pool of 'will he ever hold my hand' or 'tell me i'm pretty because i don't feel pretty'
because getting emotionally ****** monday through friday between closed doors has become a normal thing.
so when did i make it okay for people to play with my emotions? and why dont boys ever learn that a girls heart is never a toy? my heart is the guitar you used in your hand, plucking my emotions with your fingers, and my body being the words once sung from your lips.
