I like you...fuck. 

Fuck is probably all you have in mind when it comes to me 

But these feelings keep growing and my heart is breaking, why can’t you see

I like you. 

Sometimes I sit with no sound and thoughts of our last encounter roam through my mind 

Reading your posts about wanting something real but why is it so hard to find 

When i am right here

And I like you. 

Am I not good enough? Am I not pretty enough? 

I spend all my days studying the art of self love 

and suddenly fail when you make me feel as though I am not worthy enough 

But I get it 

It’s just sex 

Nothing else.