The air reeks of desperation,
Desire for happiness
Desire for the bodies of one another.

This will probably take a solid 15 minutes
Or so, and then after that
You'll tell me it's time for me to go.

Your ex did a number on you
And that boy I swore could've loved me
Did a number on me too.

I know my place
And make sure emotions
Dont get in the way
Unless it's lust
Or the constant wanting
Of your body pressed against
Mines.

I still make sure your fine
But you do the opposite
And though I already knew
It makes me certain we aren't a fit.

Sometimes I come to our spot
Without you
And I sit alone,
Which is no different than when I'm
With you.

I just remind myself that
It's strictly physical,
Any type of relationship beyond that
Is purely mythical.

I don't know if i should blame
My zodiac
For sometimes not keeping
my emotions in tact.

Your aggression drives me
Out of my depression
But I think it's also how you let out yours.
And when you ask for one last kiss
I think you mean
To leave me wanting more
And I do, I do I do.
But while I do have you
I know I can't have you.