She craves his touch, He craves her scent Of passion all over his clothes.
She says "Let's be friends, because I can't commit" He believes her. But no. DO NOT TRUST HER. Because what he doesn't know is that She can't commit to a boy who is hurting While she still looks for a cure.
Yes and she craves his touch Just to fill up the void Of the one who gave up on her. But she cannot hurt him. No she won't shut him down. As he opens up to her.
So they live in a moment In a dark parking lot That some would call wrong but they call adventure. And for that moment he is hers and she is his And in that moment they are each other.
And though she won't give it all she'll give just enough To make her not sleep and not eat anymore. And he'll live on his days always believing that "She can't commit." As she bolts the door To her heart.
This poem was the first time I realized that poems didn't need to rhyme to work.