i gave into your words,
allowed myself to believe in you,
became vulnerable in your arms,
naked under your touch.
i wanted to give myself to you,
thinking you were worthy of it,
that we were in love,
and this was another level of connection.
you liked spending time with me,
which made it harder for you to move,
i thought it was sweet,
until i realized it was said right after ***,
and timing is everything.
you refused to leave my side when i cried,
even when i asked you to,
making me think you were amazing,
until you asked to have ***,
and timing is everything.
you were listening to me
open up about my feelings for you,
intensified with love,
until you said you were too ***** to talk,
and timing is everything.
i ignored all those times,
wanting so desperately
to believe you were genuine,
that what we felt was real,
and it was not an unrequited love.
until you left,
after promising to keep in touch,
and I never heard from you again,
so I caved,
finally understanding,
you were using me for ***.
for when you ask to get back together
