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