The night is over and it’s day time.

I still feel lonely inside even tho you were just inside..

Something is missing and I can’t pinpoint it.

Was the missing emotional connection worth it ? We stayed up all night.

I felt loved all night but is it only cuz you were inside of me , touching me, loving..

It took me 2 years. 2 full years to understand that I yearned to be loved.

Yearned to be loved outloud like you love them other bitches even though I’m in a fat girls body. 

I don’t understand why it matters because you lifted my stomach to love me and you traced every stretch mark on my curveous body.

Your 4 pumps did nothing but made me feel lonely the next morning and you want me to make you breakfast? 

No aftercare because you didn’t care to ask me what I wanted it was all about you and your dictatorship.

I feel empty. My bed is empty now and my heart is empty. 

Is that why I’m so emotionless?

You just gonna leave like everyone else so why should I care?

I wished you’d examine more than just my body because I’m way more. I cook, I clean and I’m your typical nerdy thug.

Did my rolls turn you off before or after the fact that you touched on them?

I crave the connection and the joy of love.

Not just you laying me down to love me but more like the kisses, the hugs, the words of affirmation.

Can we be more than just one night ? 

Or is your homie number still up for grabs ?