you say submit to me
as you tie my hands around my back
But when were in public
you tell me to keep my hands to myself
Your lips touch mine and for a second
I think you feel what I feel
But you never do
Because you're blinded by a society
Who you think cares but really doesn't
I love you I say the pain in my throat trying to go away
you smile and say
only in the bedroom
But it was more for me because my body
does not define my love for you and your hands
that that trace my skin and your lips that tell me to submit
know they want more than just my body.
Yet you'll hide behind the screen of a laptop and pretend
like everything is okay. you'll pretend your feelings for me are fake
but I know they're real almost as real as the noises you make
while my hands are possessing your body
REALER than the first time you said you loved me while having ***. But instead of accepting it. Instead of letting me have you. you'll pretend. its not even a big deal that you're gay.
but yet you'll pretend. its okay because when I look at you and you're already looking at me and they way you always try and find a way to touch me ill smile and hope that this act is up but the next day comes and I wake up.