I know you're not meaning to, but
you're really starting to make me feel, well,
less than beautiful.
Unattractive,
unappealing.
Irrational thought I know, because
16 years of dance at least
means I'm concealing a good ***.
Also, if you were done, it'd
feel done.
You wouldn't stroke my thigh
or let me sigh when you stand
to curl over me.
I know your body wants me.

But your mind is starting to freak me out.

The love is there, but I'm too
aware of a platonic fall,
please take me all. Take me.
I shouldn't need physical justification,
but I want it,
I want you.

I want to feel all of you again,
go back to when I helped you map out
the inside of my skin, let
you break within
Know me nights cos I can
leave your skin soaked in
Devil's tears
I want you to misspend my years
or
I fear I will regret them.

So, please know me again.
I can promise an ****** is
generally better than a youtube video.