Why did I like you,
when you took the cig out of my mouth,
and pulled me down so we could make out,

What compelled me to give myself to you,
when I wasn't in the mood,
when I was speeding so I wouldn't eat food.

Why did I have control this time,
why did I chose yes over no,
could I of chose no this time.

Why did you have to treat me with respect,
because I ****** you,
because I was allowing  you to have ***,

What makes me so important,
to want to be with,
to want anything to do with.

I just wish this meant more to you.
that you understood how happy you made me,
that you just amaze me.

I don't know what to say to you.
I just love these little things about you,
ugh.