I never once claimed
that everything went
the way I wanted to.

I told you that I
was not ready
for what you wanted.

But I saw the look in your
eyes and knew I had to try,
because how many times
had I been told the same thing
and wanted what you want now?

As the weeks passed by
I grew accustomed to waking next to you.
I never asked for the affection
but soon I began to need it.

Looking back you laugh
saying it was just *** and
the occasional dinner.
Nothing... Just like I had wanted.

Was it really nothing?
Did the lack of title constitute
lack of meaning?

Maybe it's just been too long
since the last time
and it will be too long
till the next time but

I felt loved,
even though I know now
I wasn't.