i don't know but these ******' feelings ****
me wanting to feel the warmth of your hand, a clusterfuck
because we aren't dating, just using each other thoroughly
with every chase and every lick, we shatter into a bliss so otherworldly
you came into my life when i was happy on my own
living the life of my dreams and texting tons of guys on my phone
but you had to make me obsessed with your eyes
the way they stared at me and looked through my soul- surprise?
the way your fingers mapped every corner of my skin
making me moan and crave your darkness like a sin
i was sprawled for all your attention and the things you wanted to do to me
but crushing my beating heart after starting it wasn't for you to see
making me vulnerable and learning my secrets only to keep your distance
wasn't on the menu, but sharing could've been, for instance-
when you dug deeper into my brain, twisted my veins and got answers
i too had the right to know what makes you tick and what happens after?
your favourite colour, your best day till date?
maybe just why are you so **** ******* yourself, your fate?
but no...you left me high and dry, with nothing, not even my thoughts belonging to me
and thought that this arrangement- would be enough, to be?
you stalked me, emptied me of all my confessions
got inside me and my head with the promise of passion
so you can't leave without giving me a part of your soul in return
because this is the cost we pay, if two play with fire, then both of us shall burn