It's true; oh too true
That first day you really kissed me you might as well have picked me up
and shoved me into the dark corners of the back pocket on your jeans
It only took you one instant to make me unconditionally yours
It should be a sin for someone to have that kind of power

Now, years have passed since that day I still remain in your pocket of purgatory
Loving you unconditionally, but questioning if you are truly mine
You have shown me love, but on our worst days I could have sworn I saw a flicker of hate beneath

In my fantasies you are making love to me; your hands gripped on my burning skin
you leave a whisper on my neck; an affirmation of your want and promises
But then I opened your computer to hoes who get ****** hard
and I turned on your phone to messages from her

I want to believe but my eyes have been seared with images of women who I am not
and who you seem to desire more

a cycle of distrust
a moment of weakness
and yet I still have hope that one day we will be old and in love,
sharing a meal at the most secluded table we can find in the Luby's on S. MacGregor Way